When We Forget That Life Is Too Short

When We Forget That Life Is Too Short

It hurts us, and we feel every ounce of that regret.


When we forget that life is too short, we forget about the good times. We forget about the fun and we worry about the fears instead.

When we forget, we grieve. We strive for what we have lost. We wish we could have done things differently. We hope we get better days again because we could definitely use one right about now.

When we forget that life is too short, we live with the build-up of that bitter regret. That regret is hard to evict once it is settled within us.

Some of our mindsets revolve around age. Age is just a number, but that number can be your last. Age is small in the beginning, but what if it doesn't grow to where it is deserved?

When we forget that life is too short, we lose the ones we love, much faster than we wanted. We hurt so bad with the aching loss within our hearts. We wish that we could have another day with them. Wouldn't that be nice?

When we forget that life is too short, we look back on the decisions we have made. How did they even benefit us? Were they for our own good? Did they destroy us? Ruin us? Kill us?

The whole "life is short" thing came around into a better perspective during my teenage years. My patience was tested, and my heart went through tugging, pulling, breaking, hurting, and tearing. It went through hell.

The whole "life is short" thing opened my eyes. I lost two important people in the same year. 17 was not a good year, I thought. I could have died with them.

17 was not good, but then again, it was. 17 ended right before high school graduation. 17 was college acceptance letters. 17 was senior prom and friendships. 17 was happiness seen and felt in many different forms.

I thought 17 sucked and was never worth it. I thought 17 was bad luck, unsuccessful, worthless, and low. But I was so wrong.

17 was also the time I realized that life is short, and I forgot for a minute.

After my great-grandmother and my mother both died in the same year, I understood that life was, in fact, too short for me to keep up. I can't tell you how fast the rest of 17 went, and how fast 18, 19, 20, and the first half of 21 went. I spent all this time worrying about things I couldn't change at the time, but I also spent these years jumping the gun and taking risks.

Because of this beautifully intoxicating mindset, I live life to the fullest. I take the chances I really want to take, even the ones that make my heart skip a beat and my stomach flutter with butterflies. I do the things I want to do because money can always be made, but memories sometimes cannot be created.

When we forget that life is too short, we sit with regret, and pain, and agony. We get jealous of what we could have done, and what we could have been.

When we forget that life is too short, we don't live.

Enjoy every moment.

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A Letter To My Freshman Dorm Room As I Pack Up My Things

Somehow a 15' x 12' room became a home.


Dear Geary 411,

With your creaky beds, concrete walls, and mismatched tile floors, you are easily overlooked as just another room we were randomly assigned to— but you were different. Inside your old walls, I have made some of the best memories of my life that I will hold on to forever.

Thank you for welcoming my neighbors in with open arms who quickly became friends who didn't knock and walked in like you were their own.

I feel like an apology is needed.

We're sorry for blaring the music so loud while getting ready and acting like we can actually sing when, in reality, we know we can't. Sorry for the dance parties that got a bit out of control and ended with us standing on the desks. Sorry for the cases of the late-night giggles that came out of nowhere and just would not go away. Sorry for the homesick cries and the "I failed my test" cries and the "I'm dropping out" cries. We're sorry for hating you at first. All we saw was a tiny and insanely hot room, we had no idea what you would bring to us.

Thank you for providing me with memories of my first college friends and college experiences.

As I stand at the door looking at the bare room that I first walked into nine months ago I see so much more than just a room. I see lots and lots of dinners being eaten at the desks filled with stories of our days. I see three girls sitting on the floor laughing at God knows what. I see late night ice cream runs and dance battles. I see long nights of homework and much-needed naps. Most importantly, I look at the bed and see a girl who sat and watched her parents leave in August and was absolutely terrified, and as I lock you up for the last time today, I am so proud of who that terrified girl is now and how much she has grown.

Thank you for being a space where I could grow, where I was tested physically, mentally and emotionally and for being my home for a year.


A girl who is sad to go

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The Path Ahead Of Me

Create your own path to find yourself and the life you wish to live.


"Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When the sky lightened, when the birds awoke, I knew I would never again see anything so splendid as the round red sun coming up over the Earth." Sam Gribley had an outlook on life that many people fail to see.

We often get stuck in the movements and routines of our day. We forget to live a little and enjoy our time here on our precious Earth. Lately, I myself have fallen into these motions and felt like a puppet in my own life. The simplest of solutions have lifted my spirits and have started to bring me back to my previous ways. Although Sam is a fictional character, he has a lot of truth behind his words. Each day the sun will rise, so no matter how hard yesterday was tomorrow is always a fresh start.

A few changes I have realized in myself are I have been making less negative comments and I have felt more confident. With the negativity changing in myself, I have also tried to make others more positive when they are down. I have had more confidence in my own abilities as a student and with the way, I look each day. Putting my own self down wouldn't get me anywhere in life.

While reading "My Side of the Mountain" by Jean Craighead George, I felt inspired to take on more challenges in life and have higher standards. The life I live will be filled with positive people, good memories, and I will strive each day toward my goals. Each of us has our own mountain to conquer and I take mine day by day with my head high and towards the sun.

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