I'm feeling horrendously old. I'm twenty-five for those who are wondering, but it feels like death is just around the corner. Maybe that sounds strange, but examine your life from a position of relativity.

When I was a boy, every second felt as though it lingered. Like time itself clung to me begging me to see it and acknowledge it. But now I am a man (for all intents and purposes), and the days blur as they pass me by. The passage of time, or rather my perception thereof, has accelerated at an alarming, exponential rate. So now it will seem to me and my jaded sense of time, that I will be a hundred as fast as it took me to reach twenty-five. And so life is half over... Relatively speaking.

It fills me with regret, knowing what I do now, and wishing I could make my younger self believe it. It's a funny thing about atheism, the time seems all too short. Buddhism helps, but nothing can truly prepare you for nothing. No pat on the back for all your good deeds, no vindication, no paternal beneficiary to love you unconditionally, nothing. Guess you've got to get all that while you're still breathing. And that's what I wish I could tell my young self.

"Make the world know that you were here, learn because it's worth knowing, and die an old man with lots of stories."

Good advice I think... Let's see what this old man can do with it.