So this is what it feels like to get old, huh.
I mean, realistically, I’m not in that bad a place. I’m only twenty-three, not even past my prime yet. But that number still come as quite the shock when you haven’t really paid attention to your age in a while. In my mind I’m still like twenty-one or something, and even that gives me that feeling of “holy shit, when did I get this old?” Really, when did I get this old?
Obviously I have no right of complaining here. My midlife crisis is still many, many years off. At least, I hope so. Still, it’s scary when the years suddenly start sneaking by. Maybe I should celebrate my birthdays harder, let them be memorable. That’s not going to change the fact that years are becoming shorter and shorter compared to my lifetime though. And with that, less and less significant.