Where Does All the Time Go

One day your biggest worries are, "Will I pass sixth period Math," and the next it's all about, "Who,or what is a Justin Bieber" anyway?

So, where DOES all the time go? If I had to look it's probably right were we all left it. In the past. It's only been recently that I've learned, and after all these years, that regret and the "If I'd only's..." are better off if you put them all down. It is a sure thing in this life that if you live long enough, regret will follow you, no matter how hard you try to evade it. The very best of them have learned this skill and live fully in the moment, and I have not always been, so inclined.

There are some real certainties in this life. You may be certain that, your sins will find you out, and, that like death and taxes there will always be a new hit singing sensation. They are, I'm afraid, a self fulfilling prophecy for every label in the world. It is also likely that you can rest on the promise that death and taxes WILL knock at your door, that Oreo will always be stuffing more of that yucky cream into the middle of another cookie, that, 90201 will live on forever in one form or another, and, that whether we choose to accept it, we all ask the question at one point or another, where has all the time gone?

Looking back, that sixth period math test, took care of itself. The girl I wanted for my very own? She was never mine for the prom. I hate Oreo's, no matter how much cream is in the middle, or, whether I unscrew it or not, that for all it's posturing...Idol has really only developed two mega stars, and likely never will again, that, death and taxes will and do, knock at my door. Everything in between simply took care of itself.

I put more of these furrows in my own face, than anything or anyone else save this time we all look for at this age, ever will. I have all the traditional recall. How much I loved the music which is, Classic Rock. How much I remember the smell of that freshly cut grass, and dark contrast it was to the sidelines and yard lines painted into it by that Pat Morita, aka "Miagi" like grounds keeper for every Friday Night under the lights, I ever knew, that, no matter how I try I can never have back that first cool Pontiac, or that moment with Becca before she left us. Those memories are all there. But, as youth is often wasted, well, on they young, so it is true that we never lived with regret. Most of learn to do that while looking back to the time we wish we could recapture, or reinvent.

It is a mathematical certainty that every human being that ever takes a breath or step in this world, will at one point wish they "...had it to do all over again." It is also just as likely that you 18 and 20 somethings here looking for LTR, or hookups, or dating or whatever your flavor, will at one point in the future say to yourselves, "Where did all the time go."

Here's what I hope. Live today like it is the last day you have. We are all as inherently flawed as an Oreo Cookie is, sweet. You will make enough mistakes to drive yourself, insane!! If you live by one credo, LEARN, learn from them people and do not repeat. Herein lies the pitfall. If you allow yourself to obsess about all that shoulda, woulda or coulda been, you will likely be that person one day who seeks the answers to that one question which begs consideration today.

"Where does all the time go."