By skyforbes 
Time is flying, nostalgia is creeping in, and one viral post unlocked an existential time warp.
Last night, I was scrolling through TikTok — my usual bedtime routine of short-form overstimulation — when I stumbled across a video that genuinely stopped me cold.
No viral dance, no ridiculous skit. Just a simple statement on a plain black screen:
“On June 2, 2025, we will be closer to the year 2050 than to the year 2000.”
Wait, what?
I read it again. My brain buffered for a moment like an old Windows computer. Surely this was clickbait. Exaggeration. Math trickery. But then I Googled it.
It’s real. This is it. The actual midpoint. We’re here (well, now past it).
As someone born in 1996, this hit harder than I expected. I’m about to turn 29 — young enough to still be figuring things out, old enough to already be tired. But in that moment, age didn’t matter. What mattered was time, and how fast it’s moving. And how utterly unprepared I am for the reality that the year 2000, once the future, is now drifting further into the past than 2050 is into the future.