At 25, there are many things I take for granted. Like every other “kid” of my generation... we have the sheer ability to do all nighters, drink, work, party like there was no tomorrow. Nothing can stop the youthful juggernaut.

There comes a point in life when you have to stop and reassess the things that matter and realize there is an end to all this and the days are starting to count down. The end is coming and there will be no stopping it when the time comes.

The thought that comes to mind is that... it never really matters how long one lives but how one lives it. Its the only way to ensure that your life doesn't end up to be only crap.