Clocks

I am only 18 years old, but I am beginning to understand how quickly time is going to go. I have always been told by older adults in my life that I should love every minute, because it will be gone before I know it. I have always felt like this was so ridiculous; time moved so incredibly slow. Even throughout this year, I was always counting down from something, most frequently being the next chance I would get to go home.

Here I am, with only 2 and a half weeks left at Spring Arbor. I look back at this year and I am shocked. Sometimes I still feel like I graduated from high school a few weeks ago. Sometimes I still feel like I started junior high a few weeks ago. It was not until recently that time really hit me. A year is not a long time; 3 years isn't even a long time. I am already a quarter through my college education; that idea just blows my mind.

As I am realizing how quickly life will pass me by, I am beginning to wish I hadn't been counting down so much. I always wanted to make the days go faster, pass quicker, get to the next weekend, the next break. I see now that those days are days I'm never going to get back.

I don't know how many more years, or months, or weeks I have left to live. But I know that I want to make them count, every single one of them. I am so blessed to be alive, so blessed to be able to do as much as I am able to do. and I want to take advantage of that while I still can.