In my life, will I will look back on being a 24-year-old single guy as a time of joy and freedom? A time when things were good- or easy? A time when I was young and naive?
The truth is that I can't know. What I do know that there was a time when playing Saturday morning basketball tournaments and trading sports cards were normal. What I do know is that I look back on this little guy as a different person living in a small world.
Where does that leave me? I think more than anything it leaves me not wanting to miss this- the 24th year of life. The end of the year called 2011. It's staggering to think that both will come just once in this great spectrum we call time.
Whether your concern is making it count or just making sure it doesn't pass you by like the 3-hour Minneapolis to Pelican, it seems that the answer is the same.
The only moment we have is this one- it is here. Don't miss it.
