Sometimes it just hits you. Time flies.
It feels like just yesterday I was an eager, naive freshman wandering around my college campus, mesmerized by the opportunities surrounding me. Fearless. Without worry of where I was going next. My next four years were covered, already planned out. My biggest source of anxiety being how to figure out what parties were happening where.
Today, 4 years later, I found myself walking to class on that same campus, watching that same eager freshman walk in the freezing cold in her mini skirt and high heeled boots to meet her friends to catch a ride to the same Thursday night party.
For some reason that instance really hit me. The changes I’ve gone through in the past 4 years flashed before my eyes. And to be honest, it wasn’t a good feeling.
With heavy thoughts on my mind such as where I’m going to live when my current lease ends, how I’ll find a job to pay my own bills while I’m finishing grad school, who I’m supposed to be… I so deeply yearned to be back in those naive shoes.
Tears started to form in my eyes and I could not stop the rush of feelings that came next.
With each second that passes in this life it feels as though things become more complicated, more confusing, more overwhelming.
I am so afraid of not taking advantage of every ounce of time but I can’t help but feel as though in reality time is leaving me behind. It’s like I am so cognizant of its volatility that the harder I try to hang onto it, the stronger it pulls away.
There’s no way around this issue, besides recognizing our time is limited, but not allowing that to control the way we live.
Yes, time will fly. But in the end there will be just enough time to accomplish what we were put here to do. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.