Time flies

I was going through some old photos today and I found my pictures on the first day of school. I was dressed up in my school uniform, carrying my Barbie school backpack, and holding my pink Barbie lunch bag. I looked so happy. As if my entire existence depended on that day. And in a blink of an eye, here I am, sitting on my desk, studying for my SATs, trying to figure out who I am and what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I never really got it when older people said that time goes by extremely fast, and that they could swear that it feels like they were in high school yesterday. But now  I started realizing what they’re saying. Time flies by. Every thing changes and nothing ever stays the same.
I remember when I was in fourth grade and one of classmates started making fun of me, or in fifth grade when I failed one of my exams and I was devastated. When these things happened, I felt like the entire world is collapsing over me. I mean, at that time, these incidents seemed like the end of the world. But today when I look back, all these days that brought me to tears back then are now the reason I stand smiling today. Because I learned to move on and to never stay upset about something for too long. Because eventually everything passes. And in a few years, anything that made me upset yesterday, will be the reason for my smile later on.
So never hold on to something that makes you feel upset for too long, because today it might seem like the end of the world, but in a few years, you’ll look back and realize how silly you were.
Spend every minute of your life to the fullest, even if that means having an emotional breakdown every once in a while, but never let that take over your life. 


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