As you grow older you start to be a tad more aware of the years that pass by you. You start counting them, you begin to pile up your accomplishments and come up with elusive equations that might sum up to what you have finally become as a person. Growing up isn’t much fun. It’s about realisations and regrets. But there’s always that one fact we all usually miss out on, “age is just a number”. This isn’t just an inspirational line you could pull out of a fortune cookie, nor is it one of Mandela’s wild-firing quotes. It’s a fact. I’ve seen and met enough people in my life to come to a fair conclusion that a 20 year old could literally seem much older than a 50 year old. You know that saying “you are what you eat”? It’s pretty much that. “You are what you believe”. If you believe that you are 20 and you’ve got a shit load of studies, a shit load of assignments and no time for parties and fun, you’re going to be the little dull jack who’s full of wasted energy and soggy age. If you’re a 60 year old, depressed that time has blinded you all those years and has lately only made you comprehensive to the fact that there’s not much time left, then you’re going to just keep believing that there are NO years left at the end of your age, when that clearly isn’t the case. Seconds, minutes and hours are only physics. Time is much more than that, time is what you make of it, time is that 15 minute nap that can take you to a dream that takes you across the Indian Ocean and back in literally only 15 minutes. We don’t live in physics; we live in an infinite interchangeable space that awaits a single tiny move to inevitably cause a drastic impact in your life.