Because time runs so fast

This is funny. It feels like yesterday when the semester was just beginning, and now, its actually about to end. I have been waiting for the ___ days before Christmas update of my dormmate, Mark, and now it started cause it's -ber month already. It's silly...silly because I actually find this 'time-flies-so-fast' thing funny.

That thought actually made me write this blog. For the last 240 (roughly) days of this year, what have I done? What impact did I make? What did I do to show love and care and compassion to others? It made me see myself 50 years from now. By then, I want to remember every beautiful and bad things that happened that molded me as a person. I want to share stories to my grand children about the life I lived.

That is the reason why I write: I want to number my days. 50 years from now, I may not have clear memory of the last 68 years of my life but as I read the things I wrote, I would want to be able to look and find no reason not to smile.

Life is short. Time runs so fast. I want to remember. And so I write.