I'm currently 23years and 9 months, rushing to my 24th year.
It is lonely but I got myself and it's fine.
I just realized that I shouldn't pray for time to move faster or to have a skip button in my life, I'm not going to be 23 years and 9 months tomorrow.
Today is the youngest that i ever can be and realizing it is honestly terrifying.
fleeting moments and gone time, even though they are sad and miserable I'm not going to get them back and this fact is stressing me a lot these days.
All the moments I have taken for granted, all the people I said goodbye without actually telling them goodbye because I didn't know that it was going to be my last time with them is just a heart wrenching feeling.
You just sit there, sipping your coffee or planning your day or doing something and suddenly remember all the people that you've met in your life, all the people you thought you're never going to loose but became distant for whatever reason and it's never going to be the same ever and you visit the moments together, plans you made with them in your little brain, you just blurt out a laugh with moist eyes and carryon your work.
Isn't it tiring?
That worst feeling of Nostalgia, the fear of loosing time and youth for what you don't know and for the things that you didn't plan for.
When I have this type of feeling, I just promise myself to not give-up on what I'm actually dreaming. It doesn't take away that feeling but i get to be in peace.
What do you guys do?
