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Some of us never really get to live we just watch the calendar do it for us.
What unsettles me isn't growing older. It's watching time quietly erase possibilities before I ever get to touch them. Every day that passes is another day that can never be reclaimed, another page turned with almost nothing written on it.
I have no love to look back on. No place that still carries my laughter. No memory that begins with, "Remember that day..." No chapter worth grieving because it ever existed.
And that's what haunts me. Time doesn't wait for you to start living it keeps moving anyway. One day you wake up and realize you're no longer waiting for life to begin. You're just running out of time for it to ever happen.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, the thought that life is moving closer toward its inevitable end feels terrifying, soon enough i will cease to exist to ever live it.
It's really over
What unsettles me isn't growing older. It's watching time quietly erase possibilities before I ever get to touch them. Every day that passes is another day that can never be reclaimed, another page turned with almost nothing written on it.
I have no love to look back on. No place that still carries my laughter. No memory that begins with, "Remember that day..." No chapter worth grieving because it ever existed.
And that's what haunts me. Time doesn't wait for you to start living it keeps moving anyway. One day you wake up and realize you're no longer waiting for life to begin. You're just running out of time for it to ever happen.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, the thought that life is moving closer toward its inevitable end feels terrifying, soon enough i will cease to exist to ever live it.
It's really over





