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Time by Eva Waxman

  • May 6, 2025
  • 1 min read

So many people fear time 

That they’re wasting it by making silly little mistakes 

I believe that time is not based off of those rough patches 

Time is based off the little things that make us human 

Scratching our knees while playing tag on the recess 

But then the beauty of continuing to play for the fun of it 

And then time passes and maybe tag isn't the thing bringing you joy anymore

Maybe it's having a sleepover with your friends and laughing with them until your stomach hurts

The feeling of watching a movie you may have already seen 1000 times but they make it all the more interesting 

Then those friends grow apart, but that's okay too 

Time heals it and you find new friends 

Maybe ones that you don't need to entertain and you can just be yourself with Maybe it's reconnecting with your family that you didn't realize were aging with time The realization that you can't take anything for granted 

Those little mistakes and then peaks make us who we are 

Without them, time would be meaningless 

The more we appreciate these moments, the more time becomes a concept based on how you feel 

Aging might be scary, but it's the same growth as emotionally 

My hands might get wrinkly and my feelings might change 

But as long as I remember the time along the way, it makes all the difference

So i might be a tad scared of time, but thats okay 

Its only one moment in my whole life 

One miniscule moment

Yet add those all together, 

That's what creates time.

 
 

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