Like a vintage piece,
Sometimes in one place for while, sometimes for a short moment,
You gain experience, knowledge and perspective,
With each thread, each stitch and every doubt they weaved into you.
Being present while traveling, living for each moment that you claim as yours.
Different stories, views, people along the way -
Fear stemming from the lack of time you think you have to become,
The world creating deadlines that were never meant for you;
But in time, these threads see that the long bumpy road leads towards your success.

Eventually taking a step back to realize that, fear was useless;
Even through endurance, value was never lost.
You, like a vintage piece, worn, tattered, fatigued,
but still, always gaining value with time.