Time

What is it, really? It’s gone before you understand it. It’s ahead, but never how you picture it. The present? It’s already slipping away.

We spend too much time comparing. Past mistakes. Future plans. But what about this exact moment? Why doesn’t it get the same attention?

Time defines everything. It pushes change, and change pushes us. At four, you embrace it. New places, new people, new everything—it’s just life. By forty, you hesitate. Change feels like a threat instead of an opportunity. What happened?

Time shapes us. It teaches us to let go. Fading memories make space for new ones. Regret fades, too, if we let it. But there’s no “right time” to live fully. That’s the trick. Waiting for the perfect moment? It doesn’t exist.

Sunsets are a perfect metaphor. They don’t rush, don’t apologize, and don’t try to impress. They just are. Night comes, unpredictable and varied. Some nights are calm. Others bring chaos. Same with life.

We don’t need to control time. We can’t. All we can do is keep pace with it. Let it teach us. Let it remind us that this moment, right now, is enough.

The beauty of time is its limits. Without an end, nothing would matter. With an end, everything does.

Stop chasing time. Stop fearing it. Live alongside it.
Let it show you that every second, whether big or small, is the only thing you truly have.