24 Years Young.

Today, I turned 24.

While reflecting on my last 24 years, I realized a few things: 1. I really need a job. 2. Man, I feel old. and 3. I am so unbelievably lucky. Then, I realized something that was kind of jarring. I know this sounds morbid, but I think I'd be okay if everything ended today.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not ready to die. I'm terrified by the prospect of death, I'm not ready to go, and there are so many things I want to do before I die. I haven't seen the Bengals win the Super Bowl and I haven't fallen head-over-heels in love. I haven't been to Spain and I haven't raised a child. I haven't made a difference and I haven't given enough back. I'm not ready to go yet.

But, when I think about my life, I realize that it's been more than enough already. I've been blessed with far more than I deserve. I have had the most incredible 24 years that anyone could ever imagine. It has been filled with so many amazing experiences, both good and bad, that have left me a much better, wiser person. It has been filled with laughter and tears, success and failure, pain and love. Most importantly, it has been filled with love and support from my friends and family.

I have done more in my 24 years than some 80-year-olds have done in their entire lives...and I have done absolutely nothing to deserve it. By some stroke of complete luck, I have fallen across the most complex, yet rewarding life. On a daily basis, it leaves me laughing, crying, learning, screaming, loving, and ultimately, living. There isn't a single day that I take it for granted.

I am 24 years old and, in a good way, I feel like 110. I can't believe how much time I should have left. Thus far, my life has felt like enough to fill five lifetimes. When I think about all the life ahead of me, I'm overcome with emotion - excitement for the future, curiosity for what it holds, and overwhelming gratitude for everything I've already had.

So, I know it's a strange thing to admit, but I'd be okay if it all ended tomorrow. Despite everything I've yet to do and the nagging feeling that something is missing, I feel so fulfilled. I have absolutely no reason to complain.

Forget the cup. My well runneth over.