Time
When I was young, each day of my youth was spent looking to the future; a special emphasis placed where I saw myself as an adult.
Now at the dawn of my adulthood, I find myself wavering between the past and the future: a nostalgia in regards to the past and a dread of the future.
Today, I was forced to acknowledge the importance of the present: the miliseconds that precede and proceed our existence. The chilling prospect where if we had acted even a fraction of a second before or after when we did actually act, that these other possibilities could contain the potential to change our lives forever.
Now at the dawn of my adulthood, I find myself wavering between the past and the future: a nostalgia in regards to the past and a dread of the future.
Today, I was forced to acknowledge the importance of the present: the miliseconds that precede and proceed our existence. The chilling prospect where if we had acted even a fraction of a second before or after when we did actually act, that these other possibilities could contain the potential to change our lives forever.