Stop This TrainSo scared of getting older
I'm only good at being young
So I play the numbers game
To find a way to say that life has just begun.
Once in awhile, when it's good
It'll feel like it should
And they're all still around
And you're still safe and sound
And you don't miss a thing
Till you cry when you're driving away in the dark.
Stop This Train - John Mayer, Continuum
Another year, another birthday past. I'm 24. I don't know how I got this old, but I know it scares me.
For every entry that I accomplish on my my mentally constructed list of Things To Do Before I Die, at least 3 new entries are added. It just keeps growing and time keeps passing, and it leaves me dragging my fingernails through the dirt in a vain hope that I can slow it down and somehow stop time so I can relax and enjoy the moment.
I like my life right now, I like where I am, and this is exactly why the sheer light-speed at which time passes is really starting to worry me. I'm still young, but time is running out on being able to enjoy being young.
Summers off are already a thing of the past; the time for mini skirts and impromptu clubbing outings is rapidly passing by; the chances I will have to blow my savings and take time off for trips to Europe and South America and wherever else are running out. I'm too young to be old!
With another birthday and the transfer to my PhD, it seems like I'm in the midst of a quarter-life crisis. Thankfully it is Canada Day weekend, so I can go to a barbecue and totally shitfaced with other people in a complete socially acceptable way!