Well, it’s that time again. It’s my birthday eve. I’ll be 26 tomorrow and like on every birthdays eve, I get nostalgic. I put on my moody music and I look through pictures of the last year of my life. I want to remember everything that happened. The feelings I felt. The things I experienced. I want to recapture every moment. I don’t want to forget one thing that happened to me during the past year. As I get older I realize how precious life is. How every moment has the potential to be a defining point in the timeline of life. The good and the bad. Because time is precious. Moments are defining. Life is meant to be experienced to the full. And I can honestly say, after looking back on 25, I lived it. I experienced it. I embraced it with all that was within me and because of that, I will never forget 25 as long as I live. My 25 was…. Well, it was epic. Not just because of the good things that happened or the places I traveled. Which were amazing if I might add.
