The thing I hate most about getting older is that I know my time is getting shorter. Yes, I’m only 35, but I think about things from fifteen, twenty years ago and it feels like at least half that amount of time. Snap of the fingers and I’ll be fifty. The thing I love most about getting older is knowing that I can’t waste my time with people or things that are not meant to be long-lasting. When I was 25 and a rare opportunity presented itself, I latched onto it and held on for dear life, fearing that something so (seemingly) wonderful would never appear again. Now, my definition of “rare opportunity” has a much narrower scope. What’s rare is being able to live your life exactly the way you want to live it. And if you find yourself in that position, well…don’t f*ck it up. Life is short, but with the wrong decisions, you will find yourself begging for the grave long before your days are meant to be over.