I am out of time. My days are filled. I have a digital calendar that keeps my schedule straight...and when I look at that screen filled with color-coordinated to-dos I can't help but feel nostalgic for my younger days--like when I was 20.
When I was 20 years old I had no television set, no cell phone, no computer. I lived alone in a state where I had no relatives. I was smoking copious amounts of marijuana and expanding my horizons with psychedelics. I worked at shitty jobs that earned me enough money to pay for shitty apartments, and once a year I would drive half-way across the country to visit my parents and friends that were "back home".
Life was simple, relatively speaking. I have memories of entire days where I had not a single obligation. The only decision-making I needed to put forth was regarding lunch entrees and public park destinations. My time was mine to spend.