Time is such a bittersweet thing when you think about it. There's always too much or never enough of it. Is it ever really, fully satisfying?
When you're excited about something and absolutely cannot wait for the day of that event to arrive: time seemingly goes by so unbelievably slow. Yet, as soon as that day finally comes and you're nothing but loathing the idea of it ending: time makes sure to fly by as fast as can be. It's highly unfortunate that we don't always remember to appreciate the time while we actually have it, because we're always only waiting for something else to come along. It's irritating how you can wait days, weeks, even months for something to happen and have so much anticipation built up inside of you that you feel as if you could burst... but then as soon as it does finally happen, you find that you're enjoying yourself so much that you've forgotten how ecstatic you were to be doing whatever it is. You've forgotten how long you've waited to enjoy this moment, and then in the blink of an eye, it's gone.