Over the years I have recognized that time is a stagnant thing. It is always the same amount of measurement, not caring if you're spending a leisurely afternoon having a picnic with your significant other or anxiously drumming your fingers, waiting to hear back from the doctor to see if your grandfather is going to make it out of surgery.
Even though this is true, it always feels like time starts spinning faster and faster and faster and faster the longer you are alive.
When I was about six years old, a couple hours spent in the humid heat of an Illinois summer racing my stroller and doll down the driveway against my sister's felt like half a lifetime. Now that I'm older, a whole day spent enjoying myself on the Blue Ridge Parkway feels like the whimsical blink of an eye.
I don't understand this phenomenon and I don't think I ever will.
My application for graduation was just sent in to be reviewed. College graduation. In what feels like a short second I will be a college graduate. My mind can barely wrap itself around that terrifying realization.
...in one short second I will have no idea where life will take me.
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