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@ -57,16 +57,16 @@ days were long and forgettable. if i did this same for this year, id probably be
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able to talk for an hour just about the cool shit i was up to and all the
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amazing people ive met and had to say goodbye to.
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the other way to look at how time seems to speed up as you age is that your
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perception of time is defined by meaningful experiences. in general, the spaces
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between each experience feels ephemeral, because you dont have many lasting
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memories to define them by, kind of like filler episodes in an anime. the more
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meaningful experiences you have though, the more markers you have to distinguish
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each block of filler space, which makes everything feel longer. as a young
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child, you're bombarded with special and formative experiences. throughout grade
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school, those experiences slowly decrease (generally), until the tail end of
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senior year. they spike up again through college and then usually slow down
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again for the rest of your life.
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the other way to look at how time seems to speed up is that your perception of
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time is defined by meaningful experiences. in general, the spaces between each
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experience feels ephemeral, because you dont have many lasting memories to
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define them by, kind of like filler episodes in an anime. the more meaningful
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experiences you have though, the more markers you have to distinguish each block
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of filler space, which makes everything feel longer. as a young child, you're
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bombarded with special and formative experiences. throughout grade school, those
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experiences slowly decrease (generally), until the tail end of senior year. they
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spike up again through college and then usually slow down again for the rest of
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your life.
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at least, that's what ive heard, and ive experienced that first hand this year.
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i designed and built robots, worked on cool projects, did research, and had so
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@ -90,7 +90,7 @@ of quasi-nostalgia but it doesn't necessarily feel bad.
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> <span style="font-style: normal;">夏が去っても追慕は切だ</span>
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> Even if the summer ends, the memories of it are still cherished
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_nostalgia_. i've been thinking a lot about it and i guess trying to feel it at
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nostalgia. i've been thinking a lot about it and i guess trying to feel it at
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times lately. ive gone through my old music and rewatched some old youtubers and
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scrolled through old texts and dug up wayback machine archives of old web pages.
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there's something so magical about that mid 2010s not-quite-modern but
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@ -146,9 +146,15 @@ guess that's just life.
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## four
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some people say that high school is the best 4 years of your life. frankly, i
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think if you believe that, that's quite sad and it gives off huge "peaked in
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high school" vibes. but was senior year the best year of my life _so far_?
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<br />
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> <span style="font-style: normal;">そして人生最後の日、君が見えるのな
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> ら</span>
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> And then if I could see you, on the last day of my life
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some people say that high school is the best 4 years of your life. frankly,
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that's quite sad and it gives off huge "peaked in high school" vibes. but was
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senior year the best year of my life _so far_?
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maybe. i dont know. i never stayed in one place long enough to really feel
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completely at home and the whole "danville bubble" around here of people who
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@ -162,9 +168,6 @@ here's to many more best years. onto the next.
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> <span style="font-style: normal;">そして人生最後の日、君が見えるのな
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> ら</span>
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> And then if I could see you on the last day of my life
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> <span style="font-style: normal;">きっと、人生最後の日も愛をうたうの
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> だ</span>
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> I’m sure, even on the last day of my life, that I’d sing of love
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