Time

Time. 

So many meanings. 

More time. 

Less time. 

Overtime. 

On time. 

Time. 

Basically everyone has the same amount of time to accomplish something. Growing up, learning, getting a job. Overall it's the same amount. 

True: we only have one life.

False: we have to live every moment to the fullest.

When you're on your death bed, you're not going to have time to think back to EVERY, SINGLE day of your life. You want to be able to look back on a handful of cherished and prized memories. Memories where you can recall every little detail. Sight, smell, touch, sound, taste. All of it. The time we have isn't to live to the extreme everyday. In the end it's the little things you come to appreciate. Like seeing the same face when you wake up in the morning. Or getting that greeting from your neighbor everyday. Sometimes in the end, the little stuff is what makes you realize it's all worth it.

Sure some people will disagree and say that the little things don't count. But I remember the little things now and I'm seventeen. Don't live every day to the fullest just because you think in the end it's what you''ll remember most. Just let the moments happen and in the end you'll realize which ones turned into memories.