The Time is Nigh

Where has my time gone? How come I always end up wasting the thing I covet the most? I suppose this must be so if it is to receive the appreciation it deserves. Even now I feel I should be using my time differently; would I cherish these moments more if I were? Maybe, or maybe not. For too long I have simply been living, to simply get through, and I have nothing spectacular to show for it. I could recite my most recent experiences in college to any inquiring, if I wished, and I would be given pleased faces in return, but such an act cannot give me hope for my own future. It is so much easier to trust another to live their own life than to trust yourself to live your own. In the eyes of relatives they believe I will succeed in all I do, but in my eyes I can see the chance of failure at every step. Our choices truly create who we are and in what situations we are placed and who is to tell what domino-effect may be caused by one direction or another. This, as far as my knowledge goes, is how we must live; in doubt of where to go and what to do. Though I am fairly certain of one thing, that this feeling does not rest in me alone.