For me, time passes by way too quickly. When I was younger I
would anticipate certain milestones such as going to high school and getting my
driver’s license. At first, it seemed time couldn't come quick enough, but by
the time I became a freshman I realized that I should probably slow down and
enjoy my time; after all, my long anticipated liberation from an awkward childhood was steadily becoming my reality and I knew that it would soon take over. Now, whether I am enjoying myself or I am under a time sensitive
stress, minutes and hours of a day pass too quickly. I try to make the most of
every hour during my day so that each day of my week is filled with things that
are worth my time. This makes it a lot easier for me because it’s comforting to
know that I am spending my time wisely. I try to continually keep this habit of
perspective in check so that I will not waste my current time while being anxious for another time—whether it be past or present.
This past year has
been the most prevalent in my desire to hold on to time. The people I have
met, the family I have lost, the things I have learned, and the sense of
stability I have acquired in the past year have all contributed to my
reluctance to move forward. I will be moving soon, and the days are literally
counting down to a new season of change in my life. A season where most of the things on that
list vanish or are all of a sudden made irrelevant and trivial. Thinking about
this pains me because part of me—a very large part—doesn't want to let go. The
other part of me however, knows how important my perspective is of this situation.
By keeping a clear perspective of the future, but still a grateful attitude for
the present, my pain is eased and time becomes and accessory in my life—an accessory
that, rather than stealing precious moments, makes them possible.
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