Time is a funny thing, and I feel as if it’s moving far too fast. It feels like I’m not using the precious time I have to enjoy being a kid, like it’s all slipping from my fingers before I can even register that there’s something there. Even worse, sometimes it feels as if I’m just throwing the time away, using the one chance I have to be a kid, the one chance I have to not have to worry about anything, to worry about everything. I know that I should be using this time to enjoy the present: not worry about the future, not stay stuck on the past, but enjoy what is supposed to be the best time of my life. Yet, here I am. Time is slipping past me, and I’m just throwing it away. I feel stuck, locked in the same spot. Unable to be present, only able to watch the present go by. All with the knowledge, the terror, that when I grow up, I will look back and hate myself for not enjoying the present while I had the chance. This photo is a simple reminder, to stop, and try to enjoy the present. A simple wish for you, and for everyone to stop and remember to smell the roses. There will always be plenty of time for everything else, but there will never be this time again.