Time

Time is a funny thing. I was going through old pictures and possessions today, just thinking about it. It's kinda like love in a way, it's so real yet so abstract all at the same time.

There's that old saying that "time heals all wounds" but I don't think that's true. I think that with time, you just forget. We humans are such fickle creatures, once there is no visual proof of something, we forget about it.

Time doesn't heal, we just lose are memories; because if we remembered the pain as vividly as when it happened, retained our memories, we'd never feel whole again. But clinging to memories is useless, it just leaves us trapped in pain while those whom we share the memories with simply forget us and go on with their lives.

Life. It is affected by time. One could say that time is defined by lives, however, one could also say that lives are defined by time.

Lately it just feels like time is moving so fast. In the blink of an eye, junior year is almost over. And then comes senior year, and college, and the real world. Before I know it I will be old and gray and some other sixteen year old girl will be sitting at her computer contemplating the same phenomenon.

Time just moves so fast and we can't go back, and we can't slow it down, and we certainly can't stop it (no matter how many times we watch Clockstoppers and wish we could).

I don't really know what to do about it; I have no solution. I'm just pondering into cyberspace.

I suppose we should make the most of it. "Live, love, laugh" and all of that. But I'm not sure how- how to internalize those abstract concepts and apply them to my being. I suppose it just takes practice.

And that's the really cruddy thing about time, once your good at it, once you figure out this whole crazy hot mess we call life, yours time is up.