2 October 2012
Time. It's a funny thing. It flies by like a bullet train, yet it crawls at a snail's pace. You can't remember years long past, nor can you imagine the future. You're stuck in the present, in the here, and now. Wishing to go back, longing to fly forward. But all you can do is enjoy every moment you have, crying through the sorrows, smiling through the joys, riding the roller-coaster of ups and downs. For you only have a small window in which to live your life. So live life to the fullest, singing like no one's listening dancing like no one's watching living like there's no tomorrow.
It's something to think about.
Time • Opuss № I