I have always been in a hurry to grow up.
To get to the next thing via checks on a list.
To get through the next semester, the next month, week,
and today, well even just the day.
Sometimes time flew by so fast I felt cheated, but sometimes it dragged on until I begged it to stop completely.
And I, in between it all, forgot how to look at the present.
I was so worried about what time was wasted and what time was waiting.
I forgot that that time just happens.
and still, I am simultaneously overwhelmed by how much time I have lost
and how much time I have left.