Time and youth

It's weekend and weekend again. Lately I feel that time is flying so quickly that if we don't rush at the max speed, we will soon get old without accomplishing anything. I'm in an illness right now. But I've tried to finish 80% of the Finance Essential course online of Harvard Samsung site, and tonight will try to do more useful things.

I've felt better recently, think and say positively, control thoughts when they come to my mind, doing things and waiting for up-coming changes. Hope things get better and better soon. Time isn't wait for anybody, it just flies, faster than the faster bird, faster than wind, pasts away even before anyone can notice. I've whispered the poem of Vietnam 20" most famous poet, Rush of Xuan Dieu.

"I want to turn out the sunlight
So the color won't fade
I want to tie wind
So the scent won't fly.
....
The spring is coming which means it's passing
The spring is still young which means it's already old
When spring is over, so do I"
(Literal translation only)

I'm afraid of the flying time, I'm afraid of the old age, I'm afraid of day passing by day, weekend by weekend. Want to do something so that my youth won't fly meaninglessly. But what to do? Now just learning, and keep finding.

Good luck Rosie. Work hard on your own way.