youth wasted on the young

I think the traggedy in growing up is not in the wasted time of the "whatifs..." We did all that. OUr deriliction derives from a belief that we skipped the trantamount verses of youth. THe greater tragedy is that we did those among myruiad things yet forgot them; promissing to ingrain them into our life yet unimportant, left our minds fleating and never to be regognize. sad is the adult. sad is it to ruminize on what we have accomplised and forgot what brought us here/