My VoiceMemo is full of sounds, not words. It’s always nostalgic yet appealing to listen back to a piece of audio from four years ago. Back then I was a junior in college, full of anxiety and passion, with a sense of hope and frustration towards the world. I was eager to explore every snippet, from the birds chirping at 4pm to the frost on the grass in the morning. I believed in ethics, convinced that logic and philosophy hold the key to the true goodness. Now, I still hold onto some of those passions, but others I’ve let go of. Time flys.