This is just a small throwback post - these images were taken last December. The older I get the more I wonder at time. I feel like everything passes by quicker and quicker as I get older. I now feel that I have spent a little too much of my youth striving to get to certain ages for the benchmarks they should hold.
Thirteen was to be the age when I was supposed to have started my transformation into the miraculous time of teenagerism: instead I rode my first roller coaster with nary a fear induced tear insight. Repeat the same anticipation as sixteen and rinse with the taste of a small realization - albeit a supremely cheesy one. Time waits for no man and it seems that it does not like being waited up on either. The more I waited a) time flew by soo quickly in the moments of waiting b) I didn't live in the moment. All in all once I got to where I thought I should be I didn't enjoy it.
Which makes me wonder why we are all told that we can do x,y and z 'when we are older'. Or when you say you will do something later. Personally I feel that it is the beginning of the creation of an eternal waiting game. One that is entrenched in everything.
If you just wait a little while you will find the right job - right person - right state of mind - right time to go/move on.
But maybe you won't; and that's okay.
Images taken by Na Eun