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In a world drunk on tomorrow, we forget the perfume of today.
We chase shadows of what might be,
while the warm sunlight slips through our fingers silently.
Time has never been a promise; itโs just a mere presence.
And yet, we trade it like currency.
only to end up begging for mercy,
postponing dreams,
delaying laughter despite the fateโs offers.
But the right time is a myth.
a ghost dressed in calendar pages that you wonโt achieve if you donโt survive
The art of living is not defined by the future.
It is sketched boldly on the canvas of the present.
Breathe deeply.
Let your heartbeat echo not just for survival,
but to exist and be jovial.
Run barefoot through the moment.
Dance even if the music is silent.
Speak even if your voice trembles.
Love like there is no sequel.
because in truth, there isnโt.
Every second is a brushstroke.
every glance a poem,
Every breath a masterpiece.
Make every moment unforgettable.
Carpe diem.
not as a reckless cry of abandonment
but as a sacred invitation:
to feel deeply,
to act boldly,
to live fully
to be happy.
Forget about yearning.
God is always listening.
You are young, just still learning.
Just be present for everything.
For the present is not a waiting room.
It is life itself.
And you
You are the only one who can savor the beauty of it.
So live.
Not after the storm,
not when itโs perfect,
not someday
as life is a subtle art
meant to be enjoyed not until those memories part.
