time
life tends to move past us in a blink of an eye. with each blink, a moment of precious life is gone. i am dying. i have a terminal illness that cannot be changed in any way. we are all living with terminal illness; we are all dying. so with each passing day, is a day that is gone and that has moved us closer to our death. i may sound pessimistic, [note, i cant spell if my life depended on it] but actually, i'm just a realist. anywho, my whole point to this is how we as ordinary human beings tend to get caught up in the day to day things of life--so caught up that we don't see the days that are slipping through our grasp. somewhere and sometime last year i closed my eyes and took a deep long breath only to find myself months later in the present, with the school year almost coming to a close. time flies like no other. i wonder if i'll think the same thing in years to come. i'll close my eyes right now and take an extra long deep breath and wake up 20 years from now thinking back to the year of my last teenage days.wow come to think of it, this is the last of my teenage days. this arc of my life is coming to a close quite soon. quite sad. i moved here when i was 10. to think, it's been a decade. feels like it was just yesterday. i wonder if it going to be like this when i'm 29 and realizing that my 20s and youth is completely and utterly over and done for. im quite scared to be honest. this terminal illness is quite the scary thing.
fin for now.
fin for now.