I will no longer fear time...

It seems to be pre-calculated, right? Our sense of time, the schedules we make, a diagnosis, how long we would wish or think we have- they all seem calculated.

So many things are set in stone. I refuse to be one of them. I am going to live my life, and the only time I want to set it to is a clock of laughter and love, and this should be one that never runs out.

I do not want to limit myself as I look at certain numbers chiming that something will start or end. I want to go out and have adventures, and not base it off of a certain limit that I didn't create for myself.

I will acknowledge time, but I no longer fear it. Yes, it will eventually run out, but I need to be able to say that I allocated mine wisely.

There are 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week, and 52 weeks in a year. This is approximately 525,600 minutes in a year- and I do not want to waste a single one of them.

I am deciding to spend a little less time with sadness or nerves and a lot more time with smiles and laughter. Each minute has a big possibility, no matter how quickly or slowly it passes by. I want to help make the world beautiful, and spend the tailspin it could put me in, or the whirlwind of happiness, (either!) by hugging it back without being clingy.

I vow to laugh more, love more, live more, and lack (wasting time) more.

I'm speaking so much of time because it is now something I have been properly introduced to, and I promise to treat it with care.