Lost time is never found again
Lost time is never found again
When you are young, eager and full of beans, you rarely cOntemplate how precious time is. You just live and revel in life, devoting almost all your time to the things that you are keen on doing. We show so much impatience looking forward to our birthday and hate those hapless few days that feel like ages. Just imagine what great amount of time we kill in front of our computers or hanging around the streets. As long as we are kids and teens and have enough spare time, we can afford not to pay too much attention to it. However, the older we grow, the less free time we are left and the less freedom we experience. That's when you begin to learn to appreciate it and realize that lost time is never found again.
I am a teenager, but studying in the eleventh grade, I can call myself a busy person, because every day depends on the schedule and daily routine occupies a lot of time. More often than not, I find myself in a hurry, determined to accomplish this or that thing as soon as possible. I feel lack time, even run out of it. This is particularly perceived in the morning, when even a minute delay can lead to my missing the bus and being late for school. Therefore, I should carefully plan the time to wake up and look at the sequence of my morning actions in order to get out of the house in time. Needless to say, that all classes held at school depend on timetable, so we take no control over this time. Classes are over at two or three, as a rule, and I have to hurry again so as not to miss the bus and not to come home late at night. When I get home, severe struggle for time breaks out inside my head, since some part of my mind begs the rest asking me to lie down and watch TV for a few hours, while my conscience keeps saying ‘no way, you have to do your homework right now’. I admit to say it’s wrong, but mostly I choose the first option, because I experienced that if I just sit down at my homework, I'll have scraped it through by 9 or
When you are young, eager and full of beans, you rarely cOntemplate how precious time is. You just live and revel in life, devoting almost all your time to the things that you are keen on doing. We show so much impatience looking forward to our birthday and hate those hapless few days that feel like ages. Just imagine what great amount of time we kill in front of our computers or hanging around the streets. As long as we are kids and teens and have enough spare time, we can afford not to pay too much attention to it. However, the older we grow, the less free time we are left and the less freedom we experience. That's when you begin to learn to appreciate it and realize that lost time is never found again.
I am a teenager, but studying in the eleventh grade, I can call myself a busy person, because every day depends on the schedule and daily routine occupies a lot of time. More often than not, I find myself in a hurry, determined to accomplish this or that thing as soon as possible. I feel lack time, even run out of it. This is particularly perceived in the morning, when even a minute delay can lead to my missing the bus and being late for school. Therefore, I should carefully plan the time to wake up and look at the sequence of my morning actions in order to get out of the house in time. Needless to say, that all classes held at school depend on timetable, so we take no control over this time. Classes are over at two or three, as a rule, and I have to hurry again so as not to miss the bus and not to come home late at night. When I get home, severe struggle for time breaks out inside my head, since some part of my mind begs the rest asking me to lie down and watch TV for a few hours, while my conscience keeps saying ‘no way, you have to do your homework right now’. I admit to say it’s wrong, but mostly I choose the first option, because I experienced that if I just sit down at my homework, I'll have scraped it through by 9 or