Time Goes By Fast and Stops For No One

Not ten minutes ago, I was sitting at my computer desk, just where I am now, waiting for someone to comment on my Facebook status, asking for ideas on what to write about. As I sat there, my mind was completely blank. I got up to start my Spanish homework, when I looked down at my phone. To my surprise and confusion, my phone was flipping through dates on the calendar all by itself, going down through the months at an unusual speed. It could just be me, but I took it as a sign. It was then I knew exactly what I was going to write about.

The concept of time is a very wide subject, open to many different areas of discussion. Why does time pass more quickly when we sleep? Why does time pass more quickly to some people than others? Time is nothing more than another of life's matters of perception. Like colors, time could easily be different to every person. Maybe one person's day feels like the same amount of "time" as another person's hour. Who is to say. But that isn't what I'm going to elaborate on.

Time is as fragile as it is perceptual. No one can know just how much "time" they have left. While some believe time is endless, that there is an afterlife of some kind, what is left for those who do not believe? That is another controversial topic I will choose not to go into. However, everyone, regardless of their beliefs, can control what they do with their time.

Everyone seems to have this idea that life is about success, but what is success? Is it a well-paying job with a large house? Is it a family in a quaint neighborhood with a loving husband, three kids, and a dog? That, again, is merely perceptual. But more and more people these days are considering success to be traditional schooling, followed by college and the competition for a high-paying job that follows. To me, that doesn't sound like much of a life, but I've still been raised to believe that I am supposed to take that path. I feel as though if I don't, I won't succeed. There's that word again: success. I suppose, in the context I just used it, the word means my parents approval. If I take my own path and end up a bum, no matter how happy I am in that lifestyle, my parents would still be ashamed. I couldn't live with that.

My life and how I spend my time should be my business...my choice. But, am I choosing to spend my time pleasing my parents or pleasing myself? I don't know, and I'm not sure how to find out. These years with them seem to be passing so quickly. These times living with them, "adolescence", I know they won't last forever, or even much longer. Where do I go from there? How do I spend my life? How do I even WANT to spend my life? How do I figure it out?

Life has so many unanswered questions we are forced to leave to fate, random decision, and best guesses. It's utterly overwhelming. Seeing as the entire gist of this post was to ponder life's pending questions, I can't easily wrap it up as I would other free-writing projects. I don't know what I will make of my time. I have many things I want to do. Not all of them will be ideal decisions, but there are some things I will just need to learn for myself. But, can I still do that and keep my parent's love and respect? I suppose I will just have to hope so. As for everybody else, I hope they support me in my future decisions as well.