One day you’re nine years old waking up on a Saturday morning begging your parents to go outside and ride your bike. Then without any warning you somehow turn 22.
It’s a concept we all deal with. Time flying by then time going slowly- but never when you want it to. It is something we all as humans have become aware of that we have no control over.
You’re sitting at work begging for time to go by quickly. Waiting for the months to pass to see someone again. Waiting till you don’t have to work another day. But in the same breath you’re wishing time would slow down. Wishing that your siblings would stay young and care free. Wishing that your dog wasn’t walking slower and not able to jump as high anymore. Wishing that you can have this little of responsibility forever.
It’s hard to grasp and hard to accept that we have no control over it.
We sit and wait to do something next week, or next year, or even in a few years. Then we are woken up by the harsh reality that we don’t have as much time as we think. We can’t wait for the right time or to be in the mood. Life is the right time, it is the whole mood.
As I’ve gotten older the things everyone has told me just has more truth behind it. Time does go by faster when you’re older. You should appreciate every single moment you have with someone because time could stop for them or for you. And then when time stops for someone and they leave us, our time slows down until time starts to heal, or numb the fact that they’re gone.
But time is not something we should fear. We should be grateful that we were able to have anytime on Earth at all. Time to love, to see your loved ones fall in love, to listen to your favorite song with the windows down on a warm summer night. Time to do everything that makes you feel alive.
The older I get, the less I fear time and the more I appreciate it. And I hope by the time my time is up I will understand it.
Lex's Letters 
YOLO, simple as that
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