I’ve enjoyed the past year so much. Too bad it’s nearly the end for so many things that I’ve come to love. Friends, places, mostly friends.
Time is a wonderful thing. We have so much yet so little. There are ocassions when you want something to end badly and when you’re finally close to the end, you wish it would stay. You hate yourself for not enjoying the time you had to the max. Is this the what older people feel when they know they’re reaching the end of their lives? Do they look back and say “All the things I could have done… all the things I could have enjoyed. But I didn’t because of ignorance…”?
We long for more time though we know it isn’t possible. They always tell us to not waste our time, to enjoy it as much as possible, but we never listen. Then we see they were right when it’s too late.
Okay, time to stop talking in general, time to talk about me.
Less than 15 days. That’s all I have to say…
It feels like I’ve been living in fast forward and everything is just passing by. And I can’t do anything about it.