Time

`Time has always fascinated me.

Not just as numbers ticking by, but as a quiet force watching, moving, shaping.

It’s everywhere, yet invisible. Always ahead, always behind. Never still.

I often wonder why time feels like the most defining element around us. It doesn’t shout for attention, but it never leaves. It defines change, and change is the one constant we all live with. In every version of myself, from a wide-eyed child on her first day at school to the person I am now, time has been there, silently guiding the transitions.

There were moments I eagerly waited for: the future, the next milestone, a new chapter.

But now I ask myself, how do I bring that same excitement to this very moment?

This second. This breath.

Because of this, too, once, was the future I was waiting for.

Time teaches me adaptability. I’ve learned that discomfort fades, unfamiliar places become home, and even heartbreaks find their place in memory. What felt overwhelming once is now a story I’ve grown from. This process, this soft, constant unfolding is time’s doing.
There are days I forget this. I rush. I resist. I plan too far ahead or cling to what’s passed.

But then time, in its usual quiet way, reminds me: nothing stays the same, and that’s not a threat, it’s a gift.

Even memories, once vivid, begin to blur. I used to think that was sad. But now, I see it as time’s way of helping me let go. To slow down. To hold less tightly. I’m not meant to carry everything forever.

So, when is the right time to live fully?

Not later. Not “someday.” Just now.

Right now is enough.

The sun will set today, just like always. And night will take its turn. There’s a beauty in that rhythm,a certainty. Every phase, bright or dark, has a place.

Time gives beauty to what it touches. The lines on our skin, the changing seasons, the deepening of thoughts. With time, things soften. Or clarify. Or fall away.

And though I’ll never escape time, I’m learning to walk with it. Not as a race to win, but as a companion to grow with. Not every moment needs to be productive. Some just need to be felt. Time is not only about moving forward. It’s about being present. I want to remember that more often.

That time isn’t passing me by.

It’s walking beside me. Always has been.