When I was a teenager,  I wanted to grow up so fast to have what I perceived as independence and autonomy. It felt great the first 10 years into of steeping into adulthood ( you know , that late night adventure, staying out till sunrise, chasing dreams,binging movies, long game nights,laughing at nothing, and believing that the world was mine to conquer. I carried a kind of confidence only you can give. I was loud, restless, full of life.

Now that I have lived through it, as time flown by.Somewhere along the line, I began to look back and realise how quickly I ran through the seasons of my life. I see how much I robbed myself of childhood that should have lasted a little longer.

Standing now in the present, there are times I wish time slows down to allow me relish the little moments but alas time waits for no man. You know just enough for me to breathe it all in, to feel each moment fully. But time, as they say, waits for no one. All we can do is learn to walk beside it, gently, and not rush through what makes life beautiful.

And maybe that’s the point. Maybe life isn’t about waiting for the “right” moment, but about noticing the little ones we already have. Sometimes, all it takes is a pause, a breath, a second to look around, and suddenly the ordinary feels unforgettable.

I wonder how different our days might feel if we let ourselves notice more, rush less, and truly live in the moments we usually let slip by. It makes you wonder, doesn’t it ? 

 What moments are we racing past right now, in our hurry to grow up or just keep moving forward?