The Illusion of Time

Time is inevitable. It’s so simple but yet so complicated. It flies past when you least expect it to, and it slows down when you need it to fly. As William Shakespeare once wisely said, “For time is like a fashionable host that slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, and with the arms outstretch’d, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.” (Shakespeare). I wish we had more of it. I still remember the day that my uncle visited and tried to teach me the guitar like it was yesterday, I was six. That feels like it happened not to long ago, but before I know it, its nine years later and I’m writing a paper for my high school’s honors english class. The same people that I used to look up to and fear, I’m now part of. I thought it was the coolest thing to see these huge highschool kids come in my class and think that, that was forever away. instead its felt like 5 minutes. In a way, time is like an optical illusion. Your tricked into thinking that you have all the time in the world, but in reality you’re just a tiny grain of sand in the beach of time. It feels like my head is already full of memories, yet I’m only 15. I have about 50 years of time slots left to fill up. My 2nd grade self would poop their pants when they realize that I’m less than 4 years away from college. A time machine would come in handy, be able to go back and re-live all the sweetest moments of life. If I wanted to I could go live by myself right now because of the way I was raised. This also shows that time does not define your actual age. Even though people some might think I’m just an ignorant kid who thinks he knows everything, I actually could live by myself. Some kids get nurtured and cuddled growing up. That wasn’t me. Me and my brother basically lived by ourselves, taking care of my little sister. My mom is a single mom who works her days away to keep us afloat but that also means sacrificing time with us. So in a way I have as much experience by myself as a 21 year old, but I’m only 15. Time does not define us or our wisdom. Time is just a countdown to see how much living you can fit into a life span. Because of time, we have the wonderful difference of being alive and actually living.

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