What Getting Old Means To Me

I am outside, wandering Richmond, British Columbia. The ocean stands before me, a shimmering field of blue that rolls in the howling wind. I am calm. I want to hold on to this moment because it is beautiful. But this is impossible. Time stands still for no one. As I’ve gotten older, time billows by more quickly than ever. Days, weeks, months, and years pass like sped-up movies. The more I try to hold on, the less I have a grasp on it. It…