By Kyra Oakland

Time. One of the few things we never get back, never able to recieve a return. Yet, it slips through our fingers, constantly slipping away, as we waste it on people and activities that bring us no real benefit. We live in a world where the value of time often goes unnoticed, especially in my generation.

Why is blacking out so normalized, to not remember anything from the night before? Are we running away from something, or did we never have the intention of remembering in the first place? It feels as though we are intentionally using our time in ways that don’t truly serve us, as if we are afraid to face the reality of our own lives.

There are 24 hours in a day, and yet we are always feeling like time is running out.

I find myself watching you take your time, and I’d wait hours on the right people. But why? Is it because I don’t value my own time enough? Why do we make exceptions, waiting for people to change, when deep down we know that time is slipping away?

Still, there’s a part of me that doesn’t mind. You’re a habit I’d like to keep spending my time on. Perhaps, in the end, it’s not just about how we spend our time, but who we choose to spend it with.

Simply yours, Ky