We live on the future: “tomorrow”, “later on”, “when you have made your way”, “you will understand when you are old enough.”, stuff like that. There are times when something that was once future turn into present, and then past in an instant. But sure there are times when we feel we have every time in the world in the palms of our hands. And yet, the fact that our time is running out, remains.
Strangely enough (or perhaps not), people age in the blink of an eye. Each and every moment, our bodies are on a one-way journey to collapse and deterioration, unable to turn back the clock. And that’s why I’m afraid of time, the same way as I’m afraid of the future. I’m afraid of this present I’m experiencing turning into past in just a matter of seconds. I’m afraid of the uncertainties that future holds for me. And I’m afraid time will leave me behind in this forgotten realm of the past, without ever being able to move on. “Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.”.
But much as I tried to hold onto the past and avoid the future, I had to realize one thing. Maybe the most beautiful moments in our lives are not yesterday’s, nor tomorrow’s, but today’s. Today, this moment, this instant, not some nostalgia in the past or some unknown time in the future. Our time may be running out, but we can enjoy it while it lasts.