How should we measure time that has passed?
Minutes seem too trivial.
Seconds move too quickly.
Hours are too hard to swallow.
Months are too confusing; they aren't even all the same length.
By years then? Hours? Decades?
Should we even measure time at all?
Do I really want to count my life away?
If I can't enjoy this moment in life, what will I ever enjoy?
It seems just yesterday that I was striding confidently through the halls of elementary school, so proud of how mature I was.
Now, I hold my breath and bite my tongue.
I wait, hoping each second that time freezes.
I no longer want to grow older.
I want to stay in high school forever.
I want to keep learning about fascinating subjects, and meeting new friends, and writing about life.
But I know that isn't possible.
If I sit here dreading the next second, then nothing good will ever come of me.
I will have spent my whole life trying in vain to keep time from passing.
Similarly, dreaming about the privileges that are to come will only decrease the joy when they do happen.
You will never enjoy your time because once you have passed one milestone, you are just longing for the next.
So don't count the time that has passed in minutes, or seconds.
Don't count the rest of your life in years or decades.
Spend your time in the now.
The life that has been given to you is a tool for your own use.
Be a liver. Don't be a counter.