5/13 late post

So, i've been getting a lot of, ahem, crap lately from people who are angry they haven't been seeing me. I've been threatened with death even. It's really not that funny, come to think of it. Not that you're laughing; I didn't either. One of my old pen pals wouldn't speak to me after never receiving a letter back. We just barely made up today. Anyway, it just made me think about the importance of time. It really is such a crazy concept.

I mean, who really even invented time? Who thought it up? I know the calender system, the Mayams, the concepts about the druids. I know that the earth rotates around the sun, and I know the whole night and day shebang. But who stressed such importance on hours, minutes, even seconds. There are even advertisements for a website that will tell you "How Many Minutes You Have Before You Die". Such an eerie thing, I thought.

You have six months to live, the doctor says to some patient, who is now stricken with the realization of just how important every moment really is. Each sunset brings a wave of terror: did I do something meaningful? What did I accomplish today? Did I make it count? We're all plagued with these thoughts, these worries, these fears, even. We rush to make our appointments, count down the days until summer, wonder what lies beyond the vast experience of college.

I'm tired of wasting time.
It's time to start living.