Wasted by: Hannah Queen I am terrified, terrified that I would have lived a pointless life. Terrified I will take a breath and it was my last; that I will have blinked and my life is done. And I will have been nothing, I will have done nothing. I would have influenced no one; I would have changed nothing. And my entire life would have been a waste. I’m scared I will have never been anything, never been recognized, not that I need to be recognized but will have done nothing worthy of recognition. And like that it’s over, and I don’t get a second chance. For what? For partying, for my wants, for what I thought seemed important but was pointless. See, a wasted life doesn’t just look like a pill poppin, booze intoxicating, one night stand kind of life, but maybe a binge-watching fixation on other people's perfect, fake, unrealistic lives while I sit on the couch and chilling, complaining and wishing that my life all the while sitting on couch doing nothing. I wasted it by because I didn’t get to know anyone on a deep personal level, and I saw the potential I could have had and thought no its too hard and I threw it away. I wasted everything, my job, my pain, my opportunities, my influences, my work, my life. All gone. I could have been someone, I could have radically changed someone’s life forever but I’d rather sit in my zone of comfort and be complacent with where I am. So how do I not waste your life? I decide to get up and make the most of every opportunity. I find people to change and influence. I make a difference in the world. I invest in something greater. I don’t wait till it is too late.