I am turning 34.
Yesterday I was writing my Master Thesis. I was 24.
The day before I was playing the drums at my 18th birthday party.
Now I am a father, the CTO of a small software company, and share my days (and nights) with a beautiful woman. I am definitely not complaining, but sometimes I feel like I am missing something. Time mostly.
Time has become slippery, acquiring momentum and now is rolling faster and faster. Every day I tell myself I need to stop and learn to take care of the little things…and every night I go to sleep cursing me for not being capable enough.
In my next life I want to be a cat.