The most wonderful time of the year

So why is it that during the holidays I get sick, something happens that makes me cry, or I get just plain annoyed? I wonder if it's because it's habitual for my body to get sick, and without any warning, it decides to take advantage of my time off and make me as sick as a dog. I wonder it it's because the end of the year is near, and good things have to end for good things to begin. I wonder if it's because I can't believe that the time has gone by so fast, and by me being annoyed or sick, some powerful force is trying to tell me to slow down.

My mind works extremely fast most of the time. I think that has a lot to do with how fast the time seems to go. I've heard from several people, " time goes by faster as you get older". Is that because as we age, we get too busy wrapped up in our jobs, and we have no sense of relative time? I guess that's a question I often wonder. I am 25 years old. I don't feel like I should be 25. Maybe 21 at most. I'm getting older.

It is said, whether through pessimism or through realism, that once you are born, you begin to die. That is the truth, but isn't there a much nicer way of putting it? You could say, once you are born, you begin to age. Everybody knows that once you start to age, you get a little closer to dying. It's implied!

What am I saying? I don't even know right now. I'm tired. I'm tired of negative unexpected things happening. I'm tired of me thinking there's something I can do about it, and I'm tired of feeling guilty for being tired of it all. I know "things" aren't getting done TO me. "Things" are happening that affect me greatly. The happenings of my friends and family is always going to be a priority for me. I will not lessen my concern over those I love. I suppose, at some point, I will learn to find peace in the fact that everything happens for a reason, and it's bigger than my will can provide. As for now, I will simply go on living. That's all I can do. Live each day as if it's my last. Love all.