The passage of time is an incredibly odd thing to consider. There are points where things simply cannot won't pass quickly enough and other points when everything flies by, unable to be stopped.
In this moment, I can think about specific events, conversations and experiences that occurred a year or two ago, recalling them as if they were just yesterday. But, they didn't occur just yesterday. Things have changed so much since then. People have changed. I have changed. Erase the passage of time between the two points and it all becomes quite puzzling.
In the same breath, the futurist inside of me constantly craves what is to come and the latent possibility within everything. It's strange to realize how things appearing in the distant future will fly by and in time become those elements of the past which I reflect back upon.
