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The beauty of time is that it's limited. It's also the curse. In my heart, all time is limited. Maybe I dwell on it too much, but it's so true. As a junior, I have about two years left of high school and then life will take me away, and even when I come home, things won't be the same. I'm on the clock. The hardest thing is balancing between the here and now and the future and tomorrow. All of my college friends are gone now and I miss them like crazy, but they remind me that in a few short years it'll be uprooting and putting one foot in college and leaving the other at home.
Life is precious, and it's a series of moments that you'll never be able to get back. One simple mistake can make a small moment a huge moment, like the split second you decided to gun it on red and you watched your life flash in front of your eyes are you are paralyzed in fear, spinning, spinning, spinning. And your whole perspective changes.
Choose your moments wisely.