Time.

It's such a trivial subject.

Some say we have too little, some say we have too much.

For something non-tangible it has a lot of power over us,

but aren't non-tangible things usually the most powerful?

Love, Hope, Time...

Time.

I keep coming back to it.

Tick-Tick-Tick

Every minute that passes is a minute that I'll never get back,

So why am I not doing anything extraordinary with my precious time?

Why am I stuck learning about quantum physics,

Or how to calculate the speed and mass of a star drifting

Billions and billions of miles away from me?

Why am I wasting my time?

Tick-Tick-Tick

There is so much to do in life,

So much to see.

And I'll never do it if I keep wasting my Time.

Thinking about the past,

Studying things that hold no interest for me.

Wasting every cherished second instead of living it to its fullest.

Time.

These are supposed to be the best years of my life.

So why does it feel like a big waste of Time?