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Live While You Still Can

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I came across a post recently that said, “You’re going to be 24 for 365 days. And you could die at 25.” It hit me in a way few things do. We live as if time is infinite, like the people we love will always be there, like our youth will last forever. But the truth is, nothing lasts forever. Not your parents’ voices calling you for dinner, not the same old jokes that once made you roll your eyes, not even the friends who keep asking you to hang out. Everything fades, slowly, quietly, until one day, you realize it’s gone.

We’re always rushing somewhere. Rushing to grow up, to succeed, to have our lives perfectly planned out. But what if the goal isn’t to have everything figured out? What if the goal is simply to feel everything while we can? To laugh even when it feels silly, to hug people tighter, to say yes when your mom asks if you want to sleep beside her, to look up from your phone and notice that your dad’s hair has more grey than before.

We keep saying “next time.” Next time I’ll go out. Next time I’ll visit them. Next time I’ll take a break. But one day there will be no next time. There will just be a moment that quietly slips into never again.

We’re taught to chase success, but rarely to appreciate simplicity. Nobody reminds us that these are the days we’ll look back on. The ones that feel ordinary now. The night you stayed up laughing with your best friend. The morning you woke up to your favorite song. The small moments that don’t seem special until they’re gone.

We hide behind the idea of being too busy or too tired, convincing ourselves that isolation is strength. We call it independence, but often it’s just fear. Fear of needing someone. Fear of being hurt. Fear of being known too deeply. But the truth is, human connection is what keeps us alive. You’ll never be able to love someone at 35 the same way you do at 19. The innocence, the recklessness, the depth of feeling, it’s something that belongs only to this time of your life.

One day, your body won’t keep up like it used to. Your circle will shrink. The messages will slow down. You’ll realize that the version of you who stayed up too late, laughed too loud, and cried too easily was someone you’d give anything to meet again.

So stop waiting for the perfect time. Stop saving your favorite clothes for special occasions. Stop thinking you have to earn rest, joy, or love. You’re alive right now and that’s reason enough.

Life will never pause for you to catch up. The people you love will grow old, the things you take for granted will change, and your own heart will one day long for what it has now. So while your bones are strong, your laughter is loud, and your heart still races for no reason at all — LIVE.

Not just exist. Not just survive. But live.
Say yes more often. Forgive faster. Take the picture. Write the message. Go for that walk. Tell people you love them.

You won’t always be young, but you can always be alive. And that’s a choice.

Because one day, all you’ll want is one more chance to do it all again.

So do it now.
With every part of you.
While you still can.

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From my mind to this page to your screen— thanks for being here.

~ Devika

When Time Keeps Slipping

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I don’t know when it started feeling like this. This sense that I am always running out of time. That the hours are rushing past me even as I try to hold them in my hands. I wake up, I go through the motions, and suddenly another day is gone. And I keep asking myself, where did it go? Did I even live it, or did I just watch it disappear?

Lately I’ve been thinking about how much I miss the feeling of endless time. The way afternoons used to stretch forever when I was younger. How I could spend hours doing nothing and it never felt wasted. Now everything feels like it’s slipping through some crack I can’t seal. Even when I pause, even when I tell myself to breathe and be here, the moment is already half gone.

There’s this ache inside me, one I don’t even know how to explain properly. It’s part nostalgia, part fear, part longing. I look back on memories and I want so badly to crawl back into them. Just to sit there again. To feel safe in their simplicity. To not carry this constant weight of time sprinting forward without me.

I try to keep up. I plan, I make lists, I tell myself I’ll use my time better. But even then, it feels like I’m falling behind. Like no matter how much I do, it will never be enough. There will never be enough hours, enough days, enough years. And that thought just makes the nostalgia sharper, because it reminds me that what’s gone is gone, and what’s coming will slip just as quickly.

Sometimes I wonder if everyone feels this or if it’s just me. If other people manage to move through their days without this constant awareness of the clock ticking. Without the guilt of not living fully enough, not holding onto things tightly enough, not being enough for the time they’re given.

I don’t have a neat conclusion to this. I don’t know how to wrap it up. I just know that I feel time slipping away from me. I feel it in my bones. And no matter how much I try to clutch at it, I can’t seem to make it stay.

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From my mind to this page to your screen— thanks for being here.

~ Devika