In Five Minutes

Time really does fly, doesn’t it? I wasn’t really paying much attention, and a full nine years just whizzed by.
Yesterday I was looking at some holiday pictures from 2003, and I couldn’t believe how much everyone had changed, but how it still feels like only yesterday. I have to say, though, I come from a family of people who remember a lot. So nearly every detail of that holiday is remembered, which is great. I guess it’s the things you want to last forever, that pass by the quickest. Or it feels like it, anyway. I remember that holiday going by really fast. Then, when I got home, I officially started high school. I went from heaven, to somewhat of a firey hell. But, even looking back on high school, even though it felt like it dragged at the time, I was suddenly leaving school, going to college and being a grown up. I wanted so bad to be older, when I was a kid, and now I’m here, I’d like to be carefree again. Well, as carefree as I was back then, which wasn’t completely. I’ve always been a worrier. But being an adult got here sooner than I thought it would.
Twenty years have passed my parents by, and they still have days where they seem surprised that their little ten year old isn’t going to walk trough the door, complaining about something not being right. I’m still complaining about things not being right, but my arguments are much more valid..
Right now, I’m taking in as much of life as I can, because in five minutes, ten years will have passed and I’ll have missed the precious moments…

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Just A Little Time

It’s after three in the morning, and I am still awake. Valentine’s Day kind of swept through this house like a cold wind. None of us really felt it. So now, I’m sitting in my pjs, on the couch and listening to songs that were written and recorded before I was even born. They’re my favourite. The house is still, quiet and peaceful. I love this time of night, when there is no one around to bother me. I can just spend time alone, swimming in my own thoughts, with the occasional song pulling me out so I don’t drown.
I count my heartbeats and feel thankful. My heart has been giving me a bit of trouble recently, so the fact that I still trust that it will continue beating, is crazy. I joke about it, a lot. Yesterday, I joked about literally having a broken heart on Valentine’s Day. But deep down, I am petrified of anything going even a bit more wrong than it already is. I just feel that, I should laugh, or else I would spend my whole life crying. I just have to drop every serious feeling, sit back, and laugh at myself and life. It really is funny if you’re in the right mood.
Life is really crazy. You try your damn hardest to do the best, be the best, and be good. It’s hard to be the best at anything, and be good at the same time. Success lets in a bit of badness every now and then. But, if you’re strong, you can eliminate it, or overpower it with good. Some people get addicted to the bad, and slowly slide out of the hands of success and succumb to the things they vowed not to. The deeper you fall, the harder it is to get out. Same with anything, really…You’ve really got to be strong to stay on up. Many people fall, yet everyone is shocked when it happens, even though the chance were extremely high in the first place. Life is a constant battle, but if you allow time to be reminded of where you started, where you could wind up, and if you laugh, a lot, you should be on a good path.
Everything in life is easier said than done, but I will remain positive, and I will laugh.

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Winter Memories

Below zero, icy roads and people all wrapped up. It’s too cold for the snow to melt. I like the scenery when it’s this cold. Everything looks to new and fresh. Bloody freezing, but new and fresh, none the less.
A lot of my best memories are from around the time when the weather was super icy. Pouring cold water on the path at the corner, (yes, I’m aware it was dangerous, but I was a kid.) And running down the path and seeing how far we could slide. Those were some fun days. But there was always some moron who ruined it for us all, and put their skates on, went down the path, skidded and broke their arm. We all got into shit for that one. Even though it wasn’t our ridiculous idea.
Ice is fun when you’re little, as you don’t have as far to fall, when you eventually do…My theory, anyway. But when you’re a kid, you don’t care about falling, you just wanna slide everywhere. I know I did. I still like snow and ice, but I have to be wrapped right up, and it hurts more when I land. I also remember going to the park and sliding down the hill on whatever we could get our hands, and our cold little bums, onto. Fun was had, and we were genuinely lucky if we didn’t go home with frost bite. We also learned our lesson when it came to bath time after being in the cold. Wait until we’re warmed up, before getting into warm water, or it stings like hell!
Winter was fun, really fun. Extremely fun when we got a snow day or two. A day off school, purely to play in the snow. Well, that and because no one could get to school because of it. Perfect. Thank you weather. Though, saying that, I’ve been sent home from school because it was too warm, and the air conditioning had broken. Again,thank you weather.
But here I am, in mid-February, awaiting a second lot of snow to be dropped over the country. It’s a very bizarre thing, but as long as I can get to and from work, I am not going to complain.
Try to enjoy this, you never know when it will end…

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