Olivia Strauss Is Running Out of Time

by Angela Brown

Time. That’s the problem. There’s never enough. We’re running out.

They were like neat little rectangular reminders of the many sunrises and sunsets that still lingered on my horizon line, all the time I still had stretched before me to daydream and procrastinate and list out my life instead of actually living it.

“You know, it’s okay to be happy and to still have things about your life that you want to change.”

Life is so strange. At times, it feels so lonely, like we’re isolated with our flaws and fears.

But in the end, you begin to learn that, despite our many differences, we’re all the same.

For too many years, I’d taken for granted so many aspects of my life while on a quest to check off the few boxes I’d yet to complete.

that we aren’t born with one life, but with two. The life we live before we understand loss, and the one we finally live once we realize that, despite our many efforts, our life will ultimately end.