The days are flying by

I cannot believe it is almost Thanksgiving. It is my Junior year of college. I am 20 years old.

And time is moving incredibly quickly. 

I blink and seemingly weeks have gone by. Doing this reflection reminds me what is really important. What do I really care about? 

And it is during these reflections that I look back and see what I remember over the last few months. 

And, perhaps even more importantly, I look back on what I do not remember.

I look back on the risks I did not take. The nights I did not go out. The days I will never get back.

How do you slow down time? 

I do not think there is a magical recipe. But I do think there are ways to make the most out of life. And to me, that looks like packing my days with as much "good" and "fun" as possible. To the brim.

And have I been doing that? 

Probably not.

Will I ever be able to do that? 

Probably not. 

But can I am for it? Of course. And that is what I try to do. I try to remember just how short life is and just how much I value the things I do.