Days.

The days seem to blend together, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s always been this way—quietly slipping by, easy to miss until it’s too late. It’s not really about the time itself, but what it leaves behind. The memories of what could have been, of moments I didn’t fully grasp until they were already gone.

I’ve been here before, trying to hold onto something that feels just out of reach. I’m not trying to hold on too tightly. I’ve learned that the harder you try to keep something, the quicker it slips away, like trying to grip water in your hands. But there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to let it all blur together, to let these days pass unnoticed. It’s easy to get lost in the routine, to let the hours drift by without really living in them, until suddenly, you look up and realize they’re gone.

The world pulls you in a hundred different directions, makes you feel like you have to be doing something, proving something. But sometimes, just being is enough. I know that when I look back, these are the moments I’ll remember—the ones where I was truly present, where I let myself feel it all, where I didn’t let the days slip away unnoticed.