Time passes...sometimes quickly and sometimes dragged out painfully...as these moments combine to form our years, our personalities and our futures there is one strange phenomenon that makes me wonder about the reality of time at all. Although I'm now 37 and much older and (sometimes) wiser than when I was in college or high school, at a deep visceral level the "me" that experiences everything still feels the same. The same age, the same level of curiosity, the same endless energy. Perhaps this is because this portion of ourselves exists outside the constraints of our personalities, genetics and upbringing. The willingness to be curious about the world around us, to connect with those around us we've never met before, to forego the planned, predictive path at times and blissfully follow a path that seems equal parts frightening and exhilarating.
It's time we learn where those paths will take us and if what we've been seeking and longing for all this time has been cleverly hidden outside of our reach for a reason....
