This is the first in a series of blogs by Jacob Bueno, writing about teenage life.

 

Has it ever occurred to you that we are all dying?  Every second that passes in our lives is a second that we’ll never get back, ever…The misfortune of not tracing back time is something we take for granted.  We believe that one second means nothing, for it seems trivial, but remember this the next time you believe it does not matter; nothing in this life, in this world, is trivial.  I’ve come to realize that.  The meaning of savoring every moment, it simply represents the theme.  My life has changed over the past weeks, and I can say that I miss the “old days,” the days when I wouldn’t have work to worry about, where I was allowed to just sit around and not have a worry in the world.  Now, those days are so far gone.  The responsibilities that have hit me hit me so fast it made my head spin.  Bills, work, happiness, a kid.  I never thought I’d be having a child at age 17, but yet, I planned it.  I knew I was set for the Marine Corps, and before I left I needed a family, something to look forward to.  I hope to be an excellent father, better than mine, considering mine was never there.  Time passes by us so quickly, we hardly stop for a second and comprehend what’s happening; a recap.  

 

“Once more into the fray,

Into the last good fight I’ll ever know,

Live and die on this day,

Live and die on this day.”

-Liam Neeson in “The Grey”

 

Certain things in my life are finally looking up.  It’s about time I get some sort of good luck, faith.  The time between failure and success has been gravely enormous.  I suppose it’s because of all the hard work I’ve been putting in over the last couple of works; I had to have it difficult for a bit to acquire a compromise.  I just don’t know what I’ll be doing with this knowledge of finally succeeding, It’s so surreal.  Life is a series of “hit and runs” with brief moments of rest.  Now, I am about to experience a good period of rest as I tackle on a huge promotion in my job.  I’ve received a raise and a position proposal.  Hard work does pay off.  Still, the fear of failing stops me from being proud of it, proud of the fact that my bosses think me worthy.  It’s fair to say that my family will be pleased to know that I’m as hard worker as they are.  Although, my dedication does not limit to that specific job, it’ll surpass through high school, my job, my family, all the way through my goal of becoming a Marine and hopefully, a Navy SEAL.  “It’s all in a day’s work,” they say. I believe it’s the truth to accomplishing something significantly difficult.  My child will appreciate that.

 

-Bruce Xavier Bueno