The Quiet Lie Time Tells Us
Time is one of life’s quietest illusions. We move through our days believing we have plenty of it, time to call, time to apologize, time to chase the dream we keep postponing. We assume time is waiting patiently for us, neatly stacked in the future, ready whenever we decide we are finally prepared. But life has a way of reminding us that time was never ours to command. We say tomorrow . We say next week . We say when things calm down . Weeks turn into months, months into years, and suddenly the space we thought we had disappeared. One unexpected phone call. One loss. One irreversible change. In a moment, the comfort of “later” vanishes, and we are forced to confront a painful truth: time is not owned it is borrowed. What hurts most is rarely the event itself. It’s what remains unfinished. The conversations that stayed in our hearts instead of leaving our mouths. The apologies delayed by pride or fear. The love we assumed would always be there, unchanged, untouched by time. R...