I hate Mondays 

I can’t wait for Fridays

I can’t wait for the next weekend

the next summer to begin

I can’t wait to turn eighteen so that I am an adult 

a responsible, free, mature grown-up

I can’t wait to turn twenty-one

Nights full of partying and dancing with someone

I’ve spent my whole life anxiously waiting, waiting for time to run,

I wait for the next big thing, the next milestone, hoping it’s the one

The moment where everything makes sense,

The moment when I suddenly have no regrets

Unaware of the time that slips through my fingers, like sand on a warm beach bay

Not paying attention to the little gifts that life gives me every day

The tiny instances of joy, comfort, and gratification

A funny joke, a new destination 

A brush of hands, the feeling of rain

The beating of your heart when that person calls your name

Time is fickle and often takes a lot away,

but I’ve learned to stop wishing for it to go astray

The nature of time makes moments special, unreplicable,

so we should enjoy all of time’s small miracles