I used to think time meant nothing.
I never took the advantage of creating something for myself.
I never experienced anything that would mold me into the person I am.
I used to laugh at the thought that I would miss this.
I brushed off the feeling that this would not mean anything to me.
It's been more than 25 years...
I should have gotten out more to make the most of life.
I should have had more positivity then.
I regret not being able to take my experiences and shape them into something more.
The concept of time, for what most of us believe in, means little.
What we don't realize is that time flies faster than what we expect it to.
Take the opportunity to make the most of it.
One minute you're starting school, then graduating, getting married, and here you find yourself sitting on your deathbed reliving all the moments you didn't risk.
Time is short and sweet.
Time will not wait for you.
You only have one chance to make something out of it.
Do it.
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Where Do I Even Go? (short poems)
PoesíaJust short pieces of writing that some may relate to on any situation they may have encountered now or in the past. Some poems may not be relatable in real life but for mere enjoyment.
