I am neither a scientist, nor a doctor, nor someone who has taken more than Karna Doyle's adolescent psychology course, as brilliant as that is. The best I can say is that I have had twenty-four years of life experiences and emotions that have had some very deep lows and soaring highs and many levels in between. I know I have many more years to live, hopefully, and while some might say I'm too young to have a real experience, people in my age group have a unique perspective. Many people's philosophy about memory, if snippets of songs like "Live While We're Young" and the countless photos shared on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter are anything to go by, is that it's the time when people my age should really live. “Really live.” We must travel, drink, make love, do stupid things and follow our whims, so that if we grow old, we will have no regrets. Young people must create memories for themselves, which indicates that memories are only useful as stories and as a source of nostalgia and regret. Philosophy has merit, but I hesitate to do it