Wasting Times Away Like It’s Nothing

Sometimes in life, it just hits on decisions I’ve made in the past and how I could’ve handled it better if I just took the amount of time given. The results could’ve been so much better, friendship choices, and finally spending time with family. It’s just rough because I feel like those times I had so much but i just focussed on games and friends. Not spending time with people who really cared about me. I thought as a kid that this world is a great place, I can be nice and make friends. In the end that just makes me look weak and the saying “nothing lasts forever” hits deep. 

Life as an Only Child

Throughout these short chapters of talking about the families of others got me thinking. “What is life with siblings like?” Because I’m an only child and that yes, I have a little cousin who lives with me but what’s life of having an actual sibling like because I’ve been curious on if how bothering they are sometimes or if they can be like your best friends in your dark times when you need someone to talk to. It’s tough being an only child but at least you get everything to yourself, and I get to help my parents save money just for me and them. 

Caring about the Wrong Things

It was when I was younger, I got taught to care for others and be kind to others. To the point that I forgot about who my parents were to me and how valuable they are. I just did my own things and worried about my friends more than anything. The amount of time wasted, all that energy, all the efforts, all leading to those friendships lost. Clouded in my emotions, clouded in my thoughts, I could’ve put those efforts to something else. The money I spent wasted all for those to leave. What was I thinking of back then? Was I really this immature? I can imagine my elders looking at the kid they raised to be so wasteful and inconsiderate. Then I think to myself, “Did that just happen?”

Oh.. They’re Memories

Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. It felt the same as my grandma was just with me yesterday and that I can remember… Oh wait… Remember. It’s all a memory now but I still remember if it was yesterday. The days that’d we go to the supermarket to shop for fun and spend time with her. The time where I did something embarrassing, but it turned out to be funny for her. The way that she cared for me so much. Now I just have it all in my head as a memory of the past, a cherished loved memory. 

It’s Never Too Late to Make-Up for Lost Times

Now at present times, I realized how valuable time is and that I acknowledge it to be my enemy. I feel more strong now and that even if people call me a baby all I can say is that my parents are the people who I should really care about what they think. Who cares what other people think about me? They’ve never been in my shoes. It’s a path that they walk down alone. This is my path and what I’ve experienced, everyone’s path is unique so when people say “I know how you feel” I always wonder to myself now, do they really know how I feel? It’s just a thought but a certainty that everyone has their own path in which they go underway.