You wake up and the first thought hits you like a quiet weight on your chest: What am I doing with my life? It already feels heavy, already feels messy, like you're late to something you don't even understand. You think about tomorrow, about plans, about fear. You think too much. Then you realize something simple and terrifying at the same time none of us truly know if we'll even see tomorrow.
At the cemetery, there are names carved into stone. People who once thought they had time. People who said, "I'll do it later," "I'll change next year," "I'll rest when life is easier." Time didn't ask them for permission. It never does. And that thought isn't meant to scare you it's meant to free you.
Why carry tomorrow like a burden when it doesn't belong to you yet? Today is already here. Your breath is here. Your heartbeat is here. That alone is enough reason to stop fighting yourself for a moment. Life was given to you once. Just once. You didn't ask for it, and you don't control when it ends. So why torture yourself over things you can't hold?
Peace comes when you stop arguing with time. When you stop punishing yourself for not being perfect, not being fast enough, not being "enough." You are alive now. That is the miracle people forget to notice.
Live today gently. Speak kindly. Rest when you're tired. Love when you can. Let tomorrow be tomorrow. God already carried you this far let that be enough for tonight.