At each stage of my life, as I have successively more epic, surreal experiences, I tell myself to soak it in and appreciate every second of it. However, despite this, I always look back and find myself regretting not relishing it even more somehow.
Now as I experience another surreal stage of life I once again find myself trying to cherish every moment. Maybe this time I’ll find a way to leave nothing on the table.
Probably not. But that’s what telling nostalgic stories around the perpverbial camp fire is for, right? Oh, and looking back at old Facebook posts