It's a Choice

Life goes by as a blur, and you don’t realize till you stop to take a look around.

Most of us don’t have the time to stop and look around.
Look back, and see what we’re missing out on. All the memories we don’t have time to think about, all the memories we’re in a hurry to forget.
We run so fast that we leave everything behind, or we push things out of our way in a hurry to get to where we want to be. And the journey itself is lost.

How fast student life went by, it was like the blink of an eye.
Who won’t miss the carefree days? Who won’t want to walk up dingy stairs that smell like mould and sit in chairs that creak? Which one of us doesn’t want to run to the school bus again, to get home to watch cartoons?

How many of us regret not doing those things we could have done…those things we had the time to do…
Play in the mud, stroll in the rain, and aimlessly watch the sky on a starry night…

Do we not want to bunk lectures just one more time…photocopy projects and wit the professors? How much would we give to go back? All the days we had to find something to do to keep ourselves preoccupied…

How quickly they went by…gone like a flash…an entire fragment of our lives…just gone.
Grown up now…and so much to do…
work…work and work…

So much to do… and so much we choose not to do…
Walk in the park? Stroll in the rain? Play in the mud? Run for a bus again? Go home and watch cartoons?

Do we really have to miss out...do we have to miss it at all?
Life goes by in a blur and we don’t realize it till we stop to take a look at ourselves…