I’m twenty seven in a couple of days. I spent the majority of my twenties and late teens unwittingly overindulging. Overindulgence, meaningless pleasure and fabricated versions of reality, leading to compulsive and addictive behaviour, psychological ailments, financial overindulgence and a lack of meaning. Or I spent the majority of my twenties and late teens surrounding myself with meaningful relationships, searching for true love and learning and attempting to uncover meaning. The nature of time is a tricky concept to grasp. Both versions of my past are true but dependent on perceptions and interpretations of history. We lose the majority of an event the second it’s over because our minds erase what it believes to be unnecessary based on how we’re feeling at the time, with little to no contemplation or discussion with ourselves, so it’s easy to taint our pasts with everything we perceive to be negative, if we think in this way. My coming of age was at a time of vast change. Of course every generation can say this and they would be right but what was unique about my growth was technology and our complete unpreparedness for its incredibly fast-moving change.