“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first is made.”  This was spoken by the English poet Robert Browning. My guess, he said this early in his life. But think of it , the more you do something, the better you get at it. Just by mere repetition. But I think he meant a little more than just that. I think he meant that as you grow older you appreciate
life and it’s fragility. When you are young you feel invincible. As you get older and you realize how precious life really is. My appreciation for life, its good and its bad, has grown over the years. With each new venture in business even with each new morning; I see the ups and downs and the creaks and cracks of getting out of bed as a beautiful part of my perspective changing; of the best which is yet to be.