Time


There are 31,565,000 seconds in every year.  Each second is ours to shape reality. It is true—timing is everything. Before we act we need to remember that there is a time for each word, moment and emotion. The problem with finding the right time is waiting. Rushing into things can make everything go into shambles and that is crazy. I’m a strong believer that in time everything will turn out how it is supposed to be.

Spending time dwelling on the things that make us tick is where we go wrong. We don’t always realize but there is so much good around us and bothering to waste valuable time on the downfalls of life is completely careless. I realized recently how fast time could fly. With second semester about to start, exams and course selections for next year it’s amazing we even find the time to breathe. I now know that high school can be the best years of your life if you let them. Spending these four years in turmoil or angst would be completely absurd; I’m glad to have met some of the people I have because time would drag without them. Being happy comes with knowing what time there is to be humorous, serious, whimsical and focused.

Every moment has the potential to be a memorable moment in time and it is up to each of us to make that very point accurate.

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