Time is somehow escaping me. It is ever so much more noticeable around this time of year, the end of another year. I've been looking back, not to the things that I think I should change, but to the best of memories. Not all of them are happy and great, some taught hard lessons, which make them great. And some of the memories are blurry, but the overall feeling is still in my mind. And some of them are just filled with so much love, that's all that really mattered.