I used to think there was plenty of time. Maybe there still is. Or maybe it’s already slipping through my fingers, faster than I can hold on.
Some days, I feel like I’m chasing something I can’t quite catch. Other days, I wonder if I’m missing something I should have held onto. The past feels close, but just out of reach. The future rushes toward me, unpredictable and unpromised.
But here I am. Still moving, still trying, still hoping. Maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s what time is for. Not to hold onto, but to step into, one moment at a time.