A friend of mine pointed out the measurement of time, that we as humans obsess over. I tell everyone, I get younger every day. I truly feel like the longer I live, the more I acquire skills and experience to live life like someone who is still 18. Sometimes, I still want to say “16” when people ask me how old I am. Let’s just pretend I’m not turning 24 this year…
Its 8:45am and i’m sitting at my desk in my little cubicle at work. I’m 20 years old just counting the months until I can legally get shit-faced at a public bar. As someone who suffers with anxiety my life revolves around the ticking hands on the clock ( I can’t live without my analog clock in the morning). I measure how long it will take me to do just about everything and I constantly think about what I like to call my “life timeline” or “growing up plan”.
I’m sure many of you have planned out your futures or at least thought about what age you should be “settled”. But what if time was irrelevant. What if time was just part of another tall tale created so we don’t completely lose our heads. like how your mom told you Santa was real to explain and justify the extreme gift giving during the holiday season.
Now…
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The life of an almost 20-year old 