As I walked around my apartment complex, I noticed something unusual. No kids were playing in the park, no mothers were pushing strollers, and no cars were roaring their engines. For once, it was silent that it felt like a ghost town.
I'm not surprised. The tranquility is the result of the COVID-19 outbreak, which is better known as the Coronavirus. After multiple deaths, it appears that individuals finally took it seriously, or they're only listening to J.B. Pritzer's, the Governor of Illinois, instructions.
Nonetheless, I don't mind it feeling deserted. Once in a while, I need a break from people. Additionally, it allows me to get my thoughts together without the town bustling. However, it can get overwhelming, such as this moment. As I sat on the bench, cherishing the view of the lake, I realized that I haven't been living life to the fullest.
Throughout high school, I was frequently concerned with my grades. I didn't go out, attend Homecoming, or hang out with friends. I went directly to the library after school, and if I wasn't doing homework, I felt like I wasn't productive. There are only a few moments I can say, "I had a good time."
Life isn't promised to us. I suppose that's the reason I held back. I thought there were endless amounts of opportunities. In reality, tomorrow isn't for certain. After seeing the number of deaths rise, I understand that we're blessed every day by simply being able to wake up.
Once doctors discover a cure for the Coronavirus, I'm changing my life. I'm going to become more appreciative of the little things. Also, I'm going to begin telling my parents I love them more. Why? Well, during my last moments in life, I don't want to regret anything. I want my final thought to be, "I lived the greatest life I could."
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