Dear Time:

You bring change – and for that I resent you. You bring hope – and for that I thank you.

You’ve taken my childhood friends and made them grow up, move away, and begin lives of their own. You come in mass amounts, but there’s never enough of you. You are the one thing I’ve always run out of. Time, you took the little girl who dreamt of being a princess with a puppy farm and gave her $700 college textbooks and a loan application. At the same time, you’ve taught her to appreciate the people she has now and to grow and flourish with the time you’ve given her. You’ve taught her to love the people she’ll see in two days as much as the ones she won’t see for 200. You’ve shown me your reluctance to wait on me, or anyone for that matter, and you’ve helped heal every wound.

I’m sorry I take you for granted. I’m sorry I don’t trust that you’ll fix what’s broken. I spent my entire childhood telling you to hurry up. Now I’m looking for a pause or rewind but you’ve got a "no take backs and set in stone" rule. But time brings tomorrow and tomorrow brings chance, which creates a world of possibilities if we choose not to waste them. Time is short-lived and abundant, the days become nights and the today's become tomorrows.

Time, take care of the ones I love. Make sure they cherish every second of you, make their time worthwhile. Take the ones who depart in two weeks and give them the time of their lives and let the ones who’ve run out of time rest peacefully. Time, please take your time.

“How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”
― Dr. Seuss