Passing of Time

Yesturday I was young.
Today I was in school being taught.
Tomorrow I'm writting my will.

Life moves on, time passes and life is over.
How did you spend your time?
What legacy do you leave behind?

In twenty years I have learnt how to read and write,
to catch a ball, to hate girls, to like them, to hate them again
and again to like them. I have gotten cut bruised and bumped, I've
coughed sneezed and hiccuped. I've gone to school and graduated from
school. I've learnt to drive a car, I've found my Lord and saviour.
I've gone to University. This very short list categorizes only the
smallest portion of my life, in twenty years can I say I have lived
so much more? can I say I am leaving something behind other than
broken relations and footprints, when I look back another twenty years
after that can I say I have lived a life worthy of the breath in my
lungs, a life worthy of one called to a higher standard? To a higher
purpose? Will I be remembered for trying my hardest and failing? For
struggling and fighting and seeing success? Will I even be remembered?

How will you use your time?
For me, I'll be damned if I let this time, this life, this gift go to waste!