by Alex Jacinto España, 13
I’ve been in this world for 13 years by the time I am writing this.
I do not know what might happen in my life in the next 13 years.
I still struggle with what I promised to overcome. I still struggle to let out a single word out properly.
People say, “time flies by when your having fun,” but even when I am not, time seems to go more rapidly than its supposed to.
I will not bother to look into future to see what I could achieve. I will move on with my life.
After all, I hate seeing spoilers.
The stress flows through my veins as the days go by. I keep many promises, but I can’t keep holding on to them forever.
I have a perfect family, perfect friends, perfect house, and a perfect town. Soon I will have to leave almost all of them.
The amount of mornings I’ve been through have yet to wake me up. Every day I wake up staring at the alarm clock with the time at either 7, 8, or 9. I try to get back to sleep, not knowing the time I wasted for the day.
No sports I play, no clubs I am in, the only life I have is me in a house with my family.
Laziness is what people assume of me, doing nothing is what people expect of me. As time goes by, I am sure that will all change.
For now, I stare at what’s in front of me, I go along with how my life is supposed to be, and I wish for myself to be the opposite of what people expect of me.
Red Bank, New Jersey
Reader’s note: This piece captures an honest reflection on time, expectations, and the uncertainty of the future. The way it flows feels natural, making it easy to connect with.
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