TIme after Time

In the back of my mind I hear the annoying second hand of life ticking soflty but just loud enough to keep me awake for a few minutes at night. Roughly a month will go by ad I will get on a plane bound for America, then Denver, then DFW, then Pensacola, then Denver, then Taiwan. I am looking forward to the time home, but also already looking past it. Changes have happened in life and there are now factors that creep, like small burrowing beetles, between my skin and flesh causing me to scratch and pick at what feels sureal.
I am only 24, should I already understand the movements of life? Is that an understanding, or a gift, that a person acquires with age spent living in the current?
Ah crap, I cant keep this up. These abstract thought patterns drain me. That is probably why I yawn so often in the morning.

Just going...