"Where has the time gone?"

I never understood this question when I was a kid, I always use to imagine what it would be like to go through life like a zombie with no sense of where the day was going. To be a zombie was the only way I could imagine an explanation as to where someones time went. As a child with no responsibilities, this was a logical explanation to me, people were just doing things to do them, but why? As a young adult in college I am beginning to understand the feeling that I've lost my time.

As a child everything was exciting, even the simplest things like going to the grocery store with my mom or my parents letting me strip down and run through the sprinkler on a hot day. I thought maybe my time is flying by because I'm too busy, I have too much going on to even begin to comprehend.

So I decided I didn't want to be a thief of my own time, I didn't want to create a life for myself full of "just going through the motions". I want a life I enjoy doing, I started to think about all the things that take up time during my week, and as I was going through my list I found myself thinking "Well, I guess I don't have to do that, but I do enjoy it."

It was apparent cutting back activities wasn't really the route I wanted to take. I enjoy the things I do, I realized the difference between wasting my time and utilizing my time. Time isn't against us, it's a gift for us, and we have no idea when it will run out.

I wish for the seconds to pass slower, and I hope that I too can slow down and enjoy the time before it passes me by. I want to soak up the time I'm given and recognize that this is the one life I get and the clock doesn't rewind. I don't want to let the fear of loosing time limit what I do in my life, I want to make sure everything I do is worthy of my time.

"Time is not measured by clocks, but by moments"