"Being a Negro in America means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amid psychological death. It means the pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means having their legs off, and then being condemned for being a cripple." Where Do We Go From Here 1967.
My family and I were watching a movie last night, my sisters and mother on the sofa, and my nephew in my lap on the love seat and I realize that we hadn't done something like this in so long that it made me think, how long until I'm the only one with my mother surrounded by all these foster children, and then I came to the conclusion that it would be next year that this would actually happen. My sister is a senior in high school and is applying to colleges, so she'll be out of the house next year, my brother in his third year of college now and I barely see him. I will be the only child living with my mother come next year, not including the foster kids, and from there two years will fly by and then I will be starting college myself. It's hard to think that life makes it seem like you have all the time in the world until you wake up one day and you wonder, where is everyone? How did this happen? And it's because we are neglectful to our time now, we take the time for granted until we notice that it's all gone. The time with our families, our friends, until it's gone we don't want to think about it, then we wish that we could have it all back. It's such a big question that a lot of people are debating it even today in their everyday lives, what happened to the time? Everyone grows up so fast. It's awful for me to think that one day I will have a family and I might be working so much that I am neglectful and don't take the time to listen to them have fun with them, simply show love that I once felt. It's important to take the time because we all don't know how much time we have left.