I remember the first day of my freshman year of university life like it was yesterday. I was anxious and excited to begin a new adventure. I had just parted ways from several of my closest friends for a while and couldn't wait to peel back a new leaf, knowing that they were doing the exact same thing. That first day I happened to run into an old friend at breakfast who was a few years ahead of me. He asked me how everything had been since the last time we talked and we caught up. He then commented on how quickly time was flying by. He said it only gets faster. I laughed and said something along the lines of "I bet!" I hadn't thought much of it, as there was a ton on my plate, literally and figuratively. I had a full day of classes and plenty to look forward too. I also hadn't had a split second to eat yet.

The week flew by, and so did the next couple of weeks, which turned into months, and before I knew it, Thanksgiving break had arrived. Thanksgiving always comes at the perfect time. Being the first real chance to catch up with everyone coming back home for a few days, there were plenty of stories to share and most definitely not enough time. None of us could wait for winter break, as we'd almost finished the first semester, it seemed like we had only begun to really delve into our new lives.

Winter break came shortly after, and it was over as quickly as the snow had blown in, sending us back to school before we could even blink. This next semester was endlessly different, and so were the people and places I surrounded myself with, this time, really feeling apart of things.

Freshman year came and vanished in a haze, and so did sophomore year, with every new semester proving to be just as refreshingly exhausting as the last.

Here I am, just weeks into my junior year, and I still find it difficult to believe that it is already halfway over. I can already tell that this semester will be gone in an instant.

I sat in bed last night, marveling in the thought of the potentiality of this new year. My roommate had shown me a picture that popped up from his first day of freshman year, and it honestly looked nothing like the man sitting across the room from me. I thought about where I was that first day two years ago, and where I am right now, and to say that I had a different perspective would be putting it lightly. I also thought about my friends and all of their accomplishments, about the true leaders some of them had become in various areas of life and on campus. I thought about the adventures and tales I have been told and of those yet to come. I thought of my friend who has been through almost everything with me from start to finish, and how he's on the other side of the world, exploring a new country. There is absolutely no telling what is to come, and I am ardently stoked to see what happens.

The other night, I was talking with a few guys in my fraternity, just discussing where we stood on certain possibilities. The piece of our conversation I find almost unfathomable, is that they were already talking about becoming alumni soon. The people I looked up to through this whole greater experience would be departing soon, moving on to the next step. One of whom was I guy I joined with. That only left me with the realization that I would also be leaving soon after them.

That kid I sat with the first day of freshman year was right, time does fly, and it's only getting quicker. If only I had taken that wisdom more seriously instead of brushing it off to enjoy my eggs. This isn't esoteric or profound in any way, in fact the saying "time flies" is probably older than your great grandpa. I do believe, that it is time we start appreciating the time we have right this second, because it certainly is transient, but the memories will be lasting.