Time - it's not ours.

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Ten years ago, our lives changed forever.

They didn't plan on dying that morning.

Mothers & fathers, sons & daughters, best friends & acquaintances - human beings. Life for them was not meant to last, cut short by the delusional desires of men seeking to gain favor with their god. Many know the names who passed on that day, all have heard stories of bravery and heroism. "A day of infamy" fails to capture our sentiments. The emotions brought upon us cannot truly be summarized through any media.

Never in my life have I had the overwhelming combination of sadness, fear, & frustration. Anger & confusion. The discussion of "who's to blame" will go on for years, the question "why" will never be answered, and the thoughts of the deceased will fail to subside.

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You never know what tomorrow will bring: we've heard it all before. But it seems the mantra "I'll do it tomorrow" is one that far too many subconsciously live by, myself included. It needs to be dropped from our vocabulary, from our minds completely. Those we lost on September 11th did not have the luxury of tomorrow, and neither do we. Only the big man upstairs knows when our time is; we should not be wasting our days, putting things off until later, pushing thoughts away until our mind returns them to us. We give away time that does not belong to us. If there is something you have wanted to do, do it. Or something you need to say? Say it, don't wait. Haven't accomplished a dream? What are you waiting for! Our country lost over three-thousand men and women in the BLINK OF AN EYE. These were people who had dreams, goals, & aspirations; people who wanted more out of life, but were not give the chance.

In those final moments, it is said that a flash back of your life comes before you, a conclusion of what your name stood for. Do you want to look back and realize there are things on your list that haven't been checked? That you never told that one special person how you felt? The acknowledgement that a lifelong dream has gone unrealized, turned into the sadness of lost potential? Regret is a terrible replacement for ambition.

Think about it.

  
The time for living is now, because tomorrow is anything but guaranteed.

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