Nine Years

Yesterday I returned to my high school gymnasium for the first time since I left it after my graduation 9 years ago. It was bizarre how recent the memories seemed. It was staggering to think that it has really been 9 years. At the same time it is crazy to think how far removed I am from that time. Standing there in my cap and gown I had no clue what I was going to do. Now looking back it is difficult to imagine things going any other way. I have lived one third of my life post high school graduation. It seems like a blink.

The passage of time is such an enigma; impossible to grasp or understand. Yet, it is also so very basic. It is constant. Each second that goes by is the exact same length as the one before it. However, even the concept of "a second" is something man-made and arbitrary. We have tried to apply something concrete and measurable to something that defies understanding. Time is the one thing we can't have enough of, yet we struggle to know what to do with what we do have.