As a child I was always told that I was mature for my age. But I think the inverse of that is that I stopped maturing early, too.
I'm getting old now and I spend my days making art, playing video games and cuddling copious amounts of pets. And that's the way I like it. I've pretty well managed to avoid everything I thought being a grown-up meant.
Despite my stunted maturity, I've noticed something about the passage of time. It's waaaaaay faster these days. And it gets faster every year. There's never enough time. Ever.
So here's a pattern dedicated to forever rushing, trying to accomplish everything that needs doing. It's made of pixels, of course, because every moment I spend dealing with my responsibilities is one more level I'll never beat.
Remember, if you're bored your doing it wrong.