flying. gone

it is long past a year that i am out of the army.
it is long past a year that i last taught my graduating tutees.
it is long past a year that i was enjoying 3 trips overseas.
it is almost a year that i first taught in AJ.
it is almost a year of really crazy stuff that i have never expected to do.
it is a year.

i guess when you are 21, you begin to forgo counting those years as they fly past even before you embrace them. you try to put a step in and stop the sliding travellator below your weary feet only to find that it moves even faster and tires you even more. you are used to facing a transitionless 20 years of age where everything is more or less the same with little responsibility and challenges to face. but suddenly, you are riddled with everything under the sun to choose from that makes your life more exciting yet detesting. eventually, time grabs you and spin you dry, leaving you with little more than picture memories to share; vague memories that you can recall. such is the new age of 21-30 i guess.