time

I used to think, "why does time pass by me so fast? I feel like everything's changing and I don't have a chance to slow down", but upon reflection, I realised that it's me that does all the moving. Time stands still. Time is nothing. Time is a mechanical clock that has hands that move or an electronic number that flips over from 23.59 to 00.00. Nothing I do will slow time down because it doesn't move. I do. Literally. Every breath, every move is me moving further into time, deeper and deeper into my future. Time only seems like it's passing fast when we set a date. Like, the 14th of January. When I come home. I feel like because I only have 5 months and 24 days left, that time has passed so fast. But, when I think back about everything I've done, I say to myself, "Shit, I did all that in only 6 months?". I semi-learned another language, I made and lost some of my best friends, I learned to be me and make others accept or reject me for me, and I realised the true value of relationships. The people who I took for granted. The people I've realised no matter how hard I push away, how long I'm not there for, they'll still eagerly await my return. My family. I don't need to say "My family" and "My friends", because if they're the friends I've realised I truly need, the words "family" and "friend" are one in the same.