Dear Time,

You confuse me. Some days, you fly by and other days, you take your sweet ole time. Literally. We created you long ago and yet somehow, you still manage to be uncontrollable, you wild animal you.

We fight often. I never seem to have enough of you and then there’s some days when there’s too much of you, and I just want class or whatever I’m doing to be over with. The whole concept of you flying by when I’m having fun bothers me. Like, I get it, time, you’re going to move quickly when I’m having a ball and all, but c'mon now. I can’t seem to win with you. I get 24 hours of you, seven days a week and yet, I still can’t befriend you. Not like I’ve tried much, though. I know we’ll never fully be on the same page because that’s not how you roll. Or may I say tick.

I think when it comes down to it, I’ll never understand you but I need to remind myself that I’m stuck with you either way. Whether I like it or not, you’re a big part of my life, and I need to appreciate you.

You exist because we live in a world where being prompt and punctual is a must, where if we are late, we’re seen as lazy or unwilling. And I refuse to let you win with that. I refuse to be the individual who misses out on an amazing experience because you got in the way.

You have the upper hand, yes, as you constantly continue to remind me that you’re passing whether I’m living my life to the fullest or not. It’s bothered me for quite some time (as you can tell as I’m writing this), but at the same time, I’m finally starting to ignore the idea that you are limited in my life and instead, I'm embracing you. You came into my life and have been stuck with me and all my adventures. Yes, I have a limit on how many more adventures I have with you, but you remind me to make the most of them—to live as if I don’t have much of you yet.

Honestly, I don’t know what tomorrow brings. I don’t know what you bestow upon my future, but I do know one thing. No matter how much you give me, I’m going to hold on and live it up. There’s no looking back or turning back or thinking back. There’s only now. And I wish people respected you more. I wish they didn’t over-analyze you or push you aside. You’re pretty epic when I get enough of you.

So tick on, because second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, I’m lucky to have you. I’m grateful you’ve given little ole me a chance. And I pray that you give me the opportunity to keep being thankful for you, because I’ll take all I can get.

I won’t let you down Time, trust me.

All the love.