Time destroys everything.

This is going to be a more serious post, because this theme seems to be popping up a lot the last few days.

Take a minute and think about the last year. It either seems like it flew by in a second, or it dragged and lasted a millennium, right? And the changes that took place fill the same span...either things changed a lot, or not at all.

I think we let time rule our lives too much. Don't get me wrong, I'm guilty of it too. I often zone out, reflect on "the old days" and where they went..but it makes me feel selfish. In the last year, I failed out of university, lost a lot of friends I cared about and became very detached from everything that mattered. That's my own set of problems, though.

In the last year, my best friend has been through hell. Her mother had a stroke, which, in a way, tore my friend's entire world apart. She got pulled from school, friends she's known her whole life, her senior year. They had to move to Georgia to get help taking care of her mother. She had to leave the love of her life, and is going through another version of hell in Georgia that we don't even know about, so how am I supposed to take care of one of the most important people in my life when I don't know how?

I think we tend to forget that although time is a constant, it is also constantly changing. To keep going, we have to change with it, be flexible. We may not always like the change or where it carries us, but isn't learning a part of this life?