I feel as though there are a lot of people in my circle that are fresh off a broken heart, still in this place of labyrinth, constantly soul searching to find themselves, to ultimately find a feeling of meaning, stability, contentment, and happiness. While I see a lot of people try to rush into getting things "right" in their twenties, I am beginning to wonder what is right? What is the right time?

Is my career right? Who knows, perhaps not. But isn't it cool to know I can study and leap into something new at age thirty? Is motherhood in my cards? Yes but I hear you can become a first-time mum in your forties. Is the person I am dating now going to be my lifelong love? Maybe so. But how incredible is it to know you can fall in love again and get married at age fifty, sixty, seventy!

I may not be religiously, scientifically or politically correct. But my point is that time shouldn't be a limit. There is always an opportunity to circle another year around the sun. I like to think in my eighties and nineties, I'll one day say to my grandkids: "Enjoy your youth! It's never too late to have a milkshake!" But really... when ever is it too late to have a milkshake?

Paintings by Bruce Riley often explores the concept of time with real-time captures of poured paint and dripping resin alchemising into something new.