Sometimes

 Sometimes, in my travels around the internet I come across something that just hits me and this is one of those things.  I'm afraid I don't know the author so I can't give proper credit (if you do, please let me know and I'll add the information).  In the meantime, I give you this....

“You still have time…”

That’s what we keep telling ourselves.

And maybe we do. But maybe we don’t.

The truth is—we never really know.

Time isn’t generous.

It doesn’t pause. It doesn’t warn.

It slips through our fingers quietly, like sand—soft, silent, and unstoppable.

We measure our lives in years, in birthdays, in milestones.

But life isn’t made of years.

It’s made of moments.

And the hardest part is… we don’t know how many moments we have left.

You might have a hundred more sunsets to watch,

or only three.

You might hear your mother’s voice on the phone a thousand more times,

or maybe you’ve already heard it for the last time—and you didn’t even know.

You might get one more chance to say, “I forgive you.”

Or none.

You might still have time to hold your child while they’re small,

while their arms still fit perfectly around your neck,

while they still say “I love you” without needing a reason.

But those moments pass. Quietly.

And once they’re gone, they don’t come back.

We live like we are invincible.

We make plans as if time is endless.

We say, “I’ll do it later.”

“I’ll call them next week.”

“I’ll chase that dream when things settle down.”

But what if they never do?

What if tomorrow never comes?

What if the life you’re waiting to live is passing you by right now, this very second?

What if this moment—this exact one—

is the last chance you have to say what matters most?

To hold someone you love without distraction.

To cry without shame.

To laugh without holding back.

To be fully alive?

This isn’t meant to make you afraid.

It’s meant to make you aware.

Because there is nothing more tragic than realizing too late

that you were sleepwalking through the days that could have changed everything.

So please—wake up.

Look up from the screen.

Call someone you miss.

Apologize if you need to.

Say the words you’ve been swallowing.

Do the thing that terrifies you but lights a fire in your soul.

Stop waiting for the “right” time.

That time is now.

Right now. This breath. This heartbeat.

You don’t need more time.

You just need to stop wasting the time you already have.

Because in the end, it’s not the years you’ll remember.

It’s the conversations, the embraces, the risks, the tears, the laughter, the love.

The moments.

So live for them.

Cherish them.

Protect them.

Because life isn’t measured by how long you live—

It’s measured by how deeply you feel, how boldly you love, and how fully you show up while you're still here.

And you’re here.

So make it count.

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- You might remember me mentioning temperature blankets before and I came across THIS interesting version.

Sorry folks, but there's only one link to explore this time. I ran out of time to search for any fresh ones. Will try to do better on Monday!