Time.
Have you ever sat down and thought to yourself, "Where did the time go?" I have, plenty of times; and I'm only 22 years old.
It seems like these days, people are always wishing away time like it doesn't even matter. Always looking forward to the next big day, the next football game, the next birthday party, the next date....What's the rush?
At some point in time, you need to realize that time is one of the most valuable assets we have. Time is constantly changing. Time stands still. Time is tested. Time goes on, and on, and on. Time is wasted. Time is cherished. Time is captured. Time is lost. Time flies.
When you were in elementary school, you eventually wished it away to be in middle school. Then, you couldn't wait to be in high school. High school was great....sports, girls/guys, driving, dating...but then of course you can't wait to be in college. Then once in college you've got parties, tailgating, finals, all-nighters, mid-terms, more responsibility...and then you start counting the days until you graduate so you can get out there and make that money....Funny thing is, don't you always feel like you could go back to the good ole days?
Stop. Look. Listen. Feel. Love. Give. Give more. Soak it in. Breathe it in.
The moment you start living with regret is the moment you start living without complete and utter happiness.
One of these days, you'll realize that time flies faster than the speed of light.
One of these days, time will catch up to you.
One of these days, you'll wish you had been in the moment.
One of these days, you'll want to go back to that very spot in time.
One of these days, you'll want to remember better.
One of these days, you won't be able to reminisce.
One of these days, you'll wish you'd never passed up that opportunity.
One of these days, you'll wish you had said yes.
One of these days, there won't be a tomorrow.
Then what?
"I would rather be ashes than dust!
ReplyDeleteI would rather that my spart should burn out in a brillant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a suburb meteor, every atom of me in magnificant glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time." Jack London