25 Years

Just looked at my post from last night.  The part about turning 25 this June, its crazy thinking back on the past.  It feels like a whole different lifetime.  I remember being sad on my 17th birthday,  I felt like I was being sucked forward in time exponentially.  Like one of those yellow circular donation things, the penny goes around and around.  Each time the penny goes around, the trip around gets shorter and shorter.  I used to try to resist it, counting the days trying to make them slower.  Resisting made me always focus on the bad or what I thought was bad.  How things don't last.  Because I was taught that it's bad to die or its a negative thing when flowers die.  Now I think it makes them more beautiful and I realize they always come back.  Maybe we do too?  I've given up on resisting, now I am free falling and enjoying every moment I am given.