I used to worry a lot about how fast time passes. I absolutely hate that feeling of looking up at the end of the week, the month, the year, and being like… wait, where did it all go?
Sometimes you have your head so deeply buried in things that you’re not sure.
I’ve found that no matter what, time passes, and you end up asking where it all went. BUT it feels better to have a good answer to that question. To have adventures and memories and hang outs and shows and projects and simple nights in and good books and ticket stubs and meals you’ll always remember so you can look up and be like,
Yeah… that’s where it all went. And it was really good.