It hit me today. Where did the time go? When did I start getting so old so fast? I know I'm really far from old, but I guess what I really mean to say is how did 21 years come and go so fast, and how fast will the next 21 years be? Growing old frightens me. Not because I'm afraid of aging, but mostly because it's completely out of my control. Whether I take advantage of every second or if I waste my time away, growing up and growing old will be here the exact same time. When I'm 30, I'll be 30; when I'm 50, I'll be 50; when I'm 80, I'll be 80. Nothing I can do will slow down time, if I'm blessed to even reach those ages at all. Time is precious. Time isn't promised. Time is on its own schedule. Today I've been reminded of a lot of things, but mostly that time is a gift. To remember to use it wisely, because once it's gone, it's gone.