Back when I was younger, I used to get frustrated with time. I nurtured this belief that time was a drag, and that if I had it my way, I would make it run faster.

As a young boy, I always wished for Christmas, so much so that I hated December 26 so much — because it always meant another 365 days before Christmas can be celebrated again.

But at 27, I feel like time has suddenly rushed so fast. It seems as if it wastes by without me noticing it, or I am forced to notice it because it is already staring at me right in the face.

Right now, for example, the Christmas season is just around the corner, but I feel as though it was only last week when I celebrated the Christmas holiday with my family.

As a matter of fact, as early as now, I am already thinking of what to give my mother for Christmas. Although I know that I can choose from among a million christmas gifts for her, I am stressing myself this early because I know that once school devours me again this November, I will easily lose track of time and (if worse comes to worst) I my forget to get my mom something.

It is truly true when older people say that life is a breeze that you need to experience as it fleets by you. I am only sensing the truthfulness of this reality now, but I think the more important realization here is knowing that our lives are defined by moments, not just years.