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IF TIME FLIES, FLY WITH IT.

Time flies. Everyone knows this and everyone believes this. Everyone says it and everyone preaches it. Time does fly. It doesn't ever stop. Our lives would have been much easier, wouldn't they be? If time would stop? Maybe that's why it doesn't. And that is exactly why you should be seizing all the moments you get. Whatever life brings to you. Be it too dreadful, or just too perfect? Because it will slip away. You would want to go back, but atleast not to the regrets. Times can be rough and beautiful. Rough times are easy to find but that's when we grow. That's when we step up. It is difficult to put yourself into every moment you experience but isn't it worth a try? Maybe a much needed change in us? It is not just a feeling that you would want to capture, not just a particular moment. It's people too. People around you. The ones that love you and the ones you love. You'll never realise how time would just fly away while you're too busy pretending to be busy. Right now they could be next to you and the next moment you would wish they still were. That you wouldn't have let go of them. Of her. Of him. It's not about the amount of time you give them. It's how you do it. Priorities. Prioritising what you want over what you actually need will never make you content. Time is short. Embrace what you have. Do what you should. I don't think we have time for regrets?  Regretting about the one dance move you should've done,  or about what you should have said. What you should have tried. What you should have given time to. Sometimes it's what they say, sometimes our own ideas and many of the times the relaxation: that you have plenty of time that obstructs you to not talk to some people. Not do a particular thing. Not listen to someone. Or, not be what you want. Just for that one moment. Being an introvert, i guess this is what limits me the most. Tune yourselves up for what life brings to you. Instead of waiting, because sometimes it's not what you saw. It's what you didn't. If time flies, fly with it.
  

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