The art of passing time

Tick tock tick tock. The hours pass by and you wonder just how many you have left. All these wasted hours on hobbies that leave you feeling empty inside and you wonder, what makes me tick? What is the driving force behind my existence, and when will my clock seize to strike? In what hour and what minute and what second will my clock stop just as abruptly as it started, and what happens if I am not ready? What happens if I have dreams left to dream and wishes to wish and places to see? What happens then? What if I fail to say goodbye to loved ones, or what if I fail to say I love you at all? What happens then? Everyone is so focused on the hustle and bustle of the busy streets, so busy honking and driving and cursing.. They forget to stop and be mesmerized by the blurring of the colors as the cars speed by. They neglect to notice the fading colors on the rickety old coffee shop they love. They simply cannot swim in their favorite river and feel the sweet serendipity of the cold water engulfing them. They run past the roses on the sidewalk, forgetting entirely how the smell reminded them of their mother's perfume, sweet and welcoming.  They are in too much of a hurry to move on to the next stage, or the next chapter, or the next city that they simply forget the most important aspect of this life. TO LIVE. The clock is constantly ticking, and eventually it will seize. I hope and pray that when your clock seizes, you are amidst people, hobbies, and places you love, because in the end you're the one left with your own unhappiness. And in the end, you are the only one to blame. 

A note to me, from me

This is a note to me from me. This is a note telling myself to be happy. To pursue happy people. To go happy places. To do happy things. To do what makes me happy because I matter. I am essential to this life, and life would be forever changed without me. My worth is immeasurable, unimaginable, and incalculable, because it is infinite. A piece of this world would be gone without me. It would be a jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece. It would be a smile with a gaping hole. Always there. Always apparent, even if I am not. I may not always be noticed, but my presence stretches beyond that. Someone's knowledge of my presence does not contribute to my happiness. I control my own happiness. The people, places, and things in which I pursue control my happiness. I will never question my worth, because someday everyone else will come to realize it too. But you wanna know the beautiful part of this philosophy? It won't matter to me that my presence has been noticed, or appreciated, because I know that I am worth the world, and that is all that matters. This is a note to me from me to be happy. Because I deserve it.