My friend texted me yesterday letting me know a girl from my high school passed away...
It hit me in a weird way. The girl (Sam) and I weren't really friends, but we mutually knew each other, and I knew some of her friends. When she was diagnosed I think 2 or so years ago, I didn't think much of it. Not meaning to say I'm a terrible person, but because we weren't really friends it didn't affect me too much.
But, at age 18...? what a short life. We sometimes think we'll live forever... even though death is inevitable. I've never thought seriously about death. No one in my family has died. None of my friends have died. It's not real to me...
I thought a lot yesterday.
I thought about the way I use my time... and realized how selfish I am. I complain about things like school, money - such little things! I say I love my family and friends... and yet neglect them. I think God kinda shook me yesterday. Time is not yours Clara... it's mine. Yes, time is in my hands. It doesn't mean I have to live in fear, but thinking about how long I have on this earth... I really can't measure how much time I have left. Who knows...
I should get off this, and stop wasting my timeeeeee.
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