Post by Licia Gyang (@gyang_felicia)

All we have is time.

Or so we believe.

We spend our lives arranging tomorrow as if it signed a contract with us.

A time to grow. A time to love. A time to become.

We speak of the future with the confidence of people who have already survived it.

But what if time was never ours to keep?

What if it was only ever passing through us, borrowing our names until it moved on?

We say, "I still have time."

Yet every clock tells the opposite story.

Maybe... all we have isn't time.

Maybe all we have is this moment pretending to be forever.

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