So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand."
For school I had to read this sonnet by Shakespeare for an AP audition test. It really got me thinking about the joys of life. I believe that Shakespeare was absolutely right that time will destroy everything. Time can't be stopped and it is something that life revolves around. If I could have anything in the world, I think I would have more time. It feels like just yesterday I was learning how to read and write in first grade, and in a year from now I'll be done with high school. Where does all this time go? I wish I could just make every minute feel longer and more genuine but I know that is impossible. Life moves at an unbelievable rate and it can be so hard to just look around and enjoy it. I have made a promise to myself that I am going to live a great, passionate, life but I just wish I had more time to do this.
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