Getting Old

I'm aging. I can feel it creeping up on me. I first noticed a hint of wrinkles around my eyes several months ago and now I can see them coming on. Don't get me wrong, they aren't full blown wrinkles yet, but you can see places where my skin is starting to lose it's once youthful elasticity. And that scares the crap out of me. Getting old.
Somedays it feels like I blinked and suddenly I was 24. Twenty four, in graduate school, wondering what I'll do when I'm done, and with middle age miles away but in sight. Which makes me wonder what I've done with my youth? What have I accomplished? Did I change the world? Will I look back and regret things? And the recurring thing that keeps popping in my head is my music. I love to sing. But I've always been afraid of pursing it. So many people want to be singers. And I'm afraid of losing my joy of singing if it became commercialized and I was forced to pump things out over and over and over. But now that I feel age coming on me, I realize that time is slipping by and the window is getting smaller. If I want to do something I need to do it now. Like the quote that says, "Whatever you can do, do it now. For life is time, and time is all you have."

Tick. Tock. Tick.