Noun. the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.

I think that time is a funny thing, don’t you? It’s never really made sense to me. Sometimes I feel like I almost have it figured out, or maybe even just buried my curiosity enough, and then life throws a curve ball at me and I’m reminded how strange it is. This thing. Time.
Through the hardships you face at age 23, the concept that astonishes my brain and always comes back to me is time.
How much time I’ve been on this earth.
How much time I have left.
How much time I’ve been graduated from college.
How much time I’ve been apart from my friends after graduating.
How much time I’ve spent at my job.
How much time I have on my lunch break.
How little time it’s taken me to get older.
How much time we spend on our stupid phones.
How much time we spend wishing we had more time.
How little time some people actually have.
How much time I can sleep in past my alarm.
How much time it takes to drive to work.
How much time we waste not doing things we want because we’re scared of failure.
Just time. Time we waste HATING the process. Because, in all honesty, who likes the process? Don’t we just wait for the outcome? Time we spend waiting for the process to be over and bring us to the outcome we want so we can go through this time scenario all over again. To the next thing that is a process of learning and growing and coping and spending time to get to the NEXT big milestone. And it repeats. Over and over again. Time after time. Until you’re 80 and all of your kids are grown and have kids of their own and you’re watching how they spend their time. And then maybe they start to grasp this complex, insane concept of time. Or at least, if they’re like me right now, maybe your grandkids will be 23 and think they’ve figured out this thing called time. And you’re 80 and still can’t quite understand time. And then they spend time trying to figure out what this life is all about, and next thing you know, they’re 80. And your time is all gone. And they’re still not able to understand this peculiar thing: time. We’re born. We’re in a constant state of growth. We learn about who we are, we learn what we like and what we don’t like, like that you ALWAYS sleep on your side with a pillow in between your legs, or that you prefer your nails to be blue because it makes you feel spunky, or that your favorite part of the day is right after your alarm goes off and you get like 30 seconds of silence where life hasn’t really started for the day and you just get to lay and breathe. We learn what we’re good at and what we’re bad at, we learn about how we like to sleep in on the weekends, what jobs we dream of having, who we’re attracted to, what our love languages are, learn that you love peonies and hate roses, we learn what our adult lives consist of, how to raise babies, how to grow old with our significant other, how complicated and simple life is, and the one thing we don’t ever quite get is this: time. It makes you think, doesn’t it? It makes me think that’s for sure. That you only get this one extended amount of time here on this earth. That’s it. That’s all there is. You don’t get to go back in time, you don’t get a redo. You don’t get to do college again, you don’t get to be 18 in June on a hot summer night again, you don’t get that moment of spontaneity back again. So when you wake up in the morning, and you drink your coffee, and you put on your clothes for the day, don’t waste time thinking about what’s wrong with yourself and your life and this world. Don’t waste time sitting in front of a screen comparing your life to someone else’s on social media. Don’t waste time wishing you were more successful, wishing you lived closer in the city, wishing you did more art, wishing your job is something you’re passionate about. Don’t waste time being unkind to people who deserve your love. Don’t waste time keeping your hair long because it covers your body and keeps you in your comfort zone. Don’t waste time not wearing the velvet shoes you love because they’re too quirky, or smiling at a stranger or kissing your dad on the cheek just because. This life is based off of time. How much time you’ve spent. How much time you have left. Until you get to heaven, of course. I think we shouldn’t waste it. I think we should make the most of it.

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