One day you wake up and you're 23 or 25,or 27 and suddenly everything feels like it's moving too fast. You miss something can't you quite name. Not a person, not a place, just a feeling. The feeling of being young, when everything was new and the smallest moments felt big. Late night talks with friends, walking home in the dark laughing about nothing, summers that felt like forever. You just want that again - to feel alive in the little things, to slow down, to be here, really here, before it all becomes another memory.
The argument that children hold you back, and keep you from achieving, only sounds true to those who don’t have children
Because everyone who has children knows there is no greater motivation to do better, become better, and make the world better than the moment you meet your child