Today I reached exactly the halfway point of my twenties. When people asked me how I felt about it, I responded pretty honestly with "I feel like the other half of my twenties is going to fly by me before I even know it." Time seems to go by faster and faster, especially after the academic life where progress is segmented and marked into four-month chunks, and where accomplishments are decidedly so ahead of time. Life after school really seems to blend together. It's scary. It scares me. It scares the shit out of me how little it takes to simply pass time, where four months soon melts into a year and a half without honestly doing much. Time will always go by and by. It really doesn't give a fuck...about me or you. It doesn't slow down to make the happy moments last a little longer for you, nor does it pick up the pace to make the pain a little more temporary at night. It does whatever the fuck it does, the way it always has: regardless of anything or anyone. It's always objective in the way it passes us. The only thing that's different is what we choose to do with that same time that everyone else has, that ultimately changes our perspective on a pretty constant time. So let's stop blaming time. It's always done what it does. That's never changed. I said that I can feel the other half of this decade going by fast, so...I better make the most of my days. Cheers, everyone. To everything that is more (in all of the worthwhile ways).