There simply isn't enough of it, and just as you finally come to cherish it, its gone. It's funny how that works. I've decided I need more time or perhaps I need to manage my time better. I waste entirely too much time on insignificant things. I do not value the time I have, in fact in a way I see my time as endless, never thinking that "hey this moment could be my last." For if we all lived each moment as if it were our last, would we be living? or would we constantly be thinking about death? Would we be constantly thinking about the end? Constantly trying to plan out our lives? And can life truly be planned? or is life just a bundle of random, unpredictable, uncontrollable events? If you dwell on death too much, if you spend too much time focusing on the end, you'll miss out on life, you'll miss out on the now. What is life, and what is it to truly life? Life is and will always be what you make of it. I truly do believe that no matter what forces there may be out there influencing us; when it comes down to it, I believe that we decide our fate. We have the ability to decide the outcome of any situation as long as we play our cards right. However this can only be achieved once we become one with our true self. The time you have here is short and will expire before you know it.
I would love nothing more than to live life without a schedule, live a life where time is not a factor. A life without clocks watches and alarms. A life where you do things at your own pace, as you feel like doing them. No time, no deadlines, no being early, or late, just life as it happens. No emphasis on the past or the future, just simply living each moment in the now. If we can get back to that, then I feel as if our lives will not only be more fulfilling but also more rewarding.

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