When it was just you and your fight to live, the only thing that mattered was time. Time was the only thing reminding you to propel forward and find your next meal, the next roof over your head, or those few hours of crucial sleep, because your days were numbered and they wouldn’t stop for anyone, no matter how rich, privileged, or smart you were.

If there was one thing I’d learned in my short span of twenty-three years, it was that time didn’t discriminate.

Auteur: Rachael Wade