Rushing Through Time by isabella urani

Life is too short to rush it. Stop and take time to look around, smell the flowers, and relax. When life is rushed we miss things, like kids growing up, beautiful sunsets, and strong friendships.

Poets, philosophers, and Jesus, were the few people that realized where life went before it was gone.

Why Rush?

At 15

The trees have only lost their leaves 15 time

There have only been 15 first snow falls

All we want do to at this age is grow up

But why are we in such a rush

Slow down

Watch the leaves change colors

Lay outside and watch the sunset

Wait around for the first star to make its appearance

Love someone

Live in the moment

Stop rushing

Because once the day is gone, you can't get it back

~ Author Unknown

In the play Our Town one of the characters, who has died, visits herself on her 12 birthday. She sees her mother rushing around trying to get her out the door and to school. She says, "Oh mama just look at me one minute as though you really saw me. Momma, 14 years of gone by. I'm dead you're a grandmother, Momma I married George Gibbs, Momma. Wally's dead too. Momma, his appendix burst on a camping trip to North Conway. We felt just terrible about it- don't you remember? But just for a moment now we're all together. Mama just for a moment we're happy. Let's look at one another"[Wilder107]. She realizied that she and her mother needed to stop rushing, and take a moment to slow down and reset their priorities.

Bees are in a constant rush to gather pollen to take and store up. We are no better, we gather as much money as possible, to waste on material things. We work hard for unfair rewards. We build an empire from nothing and for nothing. It causes us to rush when we just need to slow down.

we have one chance to slow down. when we keep rushing we take a risk of being caught in a web. once in, we start thinking of where we went wrong and how we can get out. but we can't get out. there is no way to escape death.

If you rush your life it will end prematurely.

  1. Thorton Wilder Our Town
  2. is the poem


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