I just realized that there's not enough time for everything that I want to do while I'm on Earth. The thought makes me want to cry. Just breakdown, and let the tears flow. Because it's impossible. Some say nothing is impossible but I refer to them as being positive people. I'm not saying that I'm not positive because I am. But most of the time, the truth hurts. What is time? It's just a word. Time is just a word that defines life along with everything within life and around life. From the beginning to the end, it is unexpected how long you're going to exist. Scary, but beautiful. Depressing. There's not enough of it to read every work of literature, to watch every film, to love everyone, to care for everyone, to help everyone, to travel everywhere and anywhere. To feel everything. To be happy. To live. The thought makes me want to cry my eyes out. I'm scared out of my mind. For I know this is my only chance.