An inconvenient Truth: Time Never Stops.

Time never stops for anyone. I hate that. 

But, it's not even the fact that it doesn't stop that bothers me the most. What bothers me the most is that it doesn't feel like a light jog; It feels like a sprint. 

It's like, one day you're six years old and you're having a great time and it feels like this is going to be your life forever, then before you know it you're getting ready to go off to college.

I wish time moved more slowly, I wish I actually had time to smell the roses.

In class a few weeks ago, we were talking about something called entropy, which is when someone goes to a perfect state to big jumbled mess, or when something simply just gets older. For example, the rust on this clock is entropy.

I feel like entropy is taking over my life, I just keep getting older and older and things are getting way more complicated. Life gets complicated.

When you're little, everything is done for you, your under the comfort of your parents roof and they take care of you and your needs... Everything is perfect.

As we get older, you become more and more responsible for things, you have school, you have work, you have a social life, you're trying to save money for college and dances and activities... It gets messy and I usually just end up with a massive headache.

However, in some ways, entropy can be a beautiful thing too. Without it, there wouldn't be character to life, nothing interesting, nothing to learn from or observe.

Time plays the biggest part in entropy, but sometimes it's hard to keep up the pace. I need to slow down; life needs to slow down, time needs to slow down.