No matter how much it hurts, the sad truth remains:
Whatever is happening in your life, whatever you cling to, whatever breaks you, once a day passes, it quietly slips into the past.
And once it becomes the past, it becomes something you cannot chase, cannot hold onto, no matter how tightly your fingers ache to close around it.
You are meant to live, not by clinging to what has already been lost, but by standing with your heart wide open in the present, waiting, hoping for whatever the future dares to bring.
It might come with promises.
It might come with storms.
It might not come at all.
But once today is over, once a moment is gone... it is truly, irreversibly gone.
No amount of crying, no amount of screaming into the empty night will bring it back.
No pleading, no carefully crafted excuses will rewind the clock.
Gone is gone, you're thinking it too so yes, it's really gone.
And sometimes, the cruelest battle we fight is not with the world, but with ourselves and the ghost of what we thought we could hold onto.
We fight for things we already know are slipping through our fingers.
We fight for people who have already left.
We fight for moments that belong to yesterday.
But maybe... just maybe, it's time to stop fighting.
Not because you are weak, not because you don't care, but because you are wise enough to know that battles against time are battles already lost.
Don't be scared.
Don't drown yourself in stress over what you cannot change.
Allow yourself to be happy, if happiness comes to visit you.
Allow yourself to be sad, if sadness needs to sit with you for a while.
Feel it all, every joy, every ache.
But do not let your past become the thief of what tomorrow could offer.
Please just don't let your past destroy what comes tomorrow cause it might be just what you've been looking for and honestly, tomorrow... deserves a chance, too.