It's been a while, I'm not the man I once was, nor the boy pretending to be in control of everything. Life has came, day by day to remind us of the fragility of those who we cherish.
As the lines begin to grow on my brow, I'm grateful for the experiences, the people who have came and gone, and the knowledge shared between friends and loved ones.
As I write this, publicly, but mostly to my older self who will return to read this one day, I hope I've done you right, by living fully each day, accepting my shortcomings, and moving forward, even when its easier not to.
They said it would be worth it. They never said it would be easy.
Until next time, which will seem like just a few minutes, cherish every minute, one day, they'll stop.
