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How long was a day? 24 hours, 1,440 minutes, 86,400 seconds, 3 meals?

As humans, we are acquainted with this, I know for a fact we take advantage of what we have, like the example given above, a day. Such a simple word, 'day', how many times do we even say that word a day?

Someone once said, "Treat each day like it is your last one". And how ever much you think that is inspirational, you don't actually do it. People can have big dreams, but to make those dreams into reality, we must strive to our greatest.

I've learned throughout my life, to cherish what you have and not what you want. It seemed not so long ago when my life's journey started, my childhood was full of adventures and resonance. It was filled with memories and new knowledge that would grasp my attention.

But here I am, by this coffin, in which the person I loved most was placed plausibly inside. Where did our time end? When did it start? I had always thought it started from the summer we tried to get Casper Whitlock to come out. Edward always disagreed, and said it was when him, Emmett, and I had gotten into the 'prank war'.

Well, no matter what, it started sometime. Maybe I'm just too old to remember...