Life is an interesting journey. I spent most of my youth waiting for something: to get older, to get my drivers license, to get wiser, whatever. Now, more often than not, I find myself wanting to reach back to that younger me and say, “Hey, slow down. Enjoy it while you can.”Read More
Another year older. Another year wiser.
Or at the very least, another year older. Thirty three. Twenty three-year-old me is laughing at me and calling me an old man. Thirteen-year-old me is too busy playing with his Legos to pay me much attention. Three-year-old me has absolutely no concept of his own mortality (much like twenty three-year-old me and thirteen-year-old me). All three are completely deluded in the notion that they’ll be young indefinitely and have all the time in the world to “do something.”