There are so many things I want to do and no time, not enough time. I feel it creeping up on me reminding me that I will not be young for ever. There are too many things I need to learn, degrees I want to achieve, things I want to see, and lives I want to experience. Time is tapping me on the shoulder reminding that I might only have 60 years left, maybe 70. At some point experiencing specific things will require youth. Where do dreams go when the time runs out?