Looking into the mirror, all I see are all those years that time have stolen. No, not stolen. More like a fair trade. In exchange with my age are sharper eyes, fuller lips, bigger hands, all of which are irreversible. There's no going back. And thinking about it now, I don't think I would want to turn the hands of time even if I could. There isn't a particular phase in which I would love to relive, nor trade for, as they have all been just as lovely. Instead, let me get out there and create more - I desire for more adventures, more crazy memories. I should not say this, but let me graduate. 

And then a year from now, let me regret for ever thinking about this at all.