The night before a big event--such as Christmas (when I was little), or various graduations, or my very own wedding--I have lain in bed with one thought spilling from my mind onto my pillow: "You'll be lying here again so fast--tomorrow is already a memory."
There are many people around the world who live contentedly in the present, but I for sure am not one of them. Given a chance, I will grow nostalgic for something that hasn't even happened yet.
And as I lay in my bed last night, those nostalgic memories began leaping forward, faster, headily, through years. Will it all slip by in a blink?
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