One day
the clock will tick…
and it will be the last time it ever counts you in.
No warning.
No build-up.
No poetic goodbye.
Just a moment
that doesn’t realize
it’s your last.
You won’t get a notification.
No “prepare yourself.”
No final chapter energy.
Just life…
ending mid-sentence.
There will be a last time
you ignore a call
and that phone will never ring your name again.
A last time
you walk past someone who loves you
like they’re temporary
and they’ll prove you right by disappearing.
A last time
you choose pride over honesty…
and live long enough to regret it,
but not long enough to fix it.
You keep moving like time is your teammate.
It’s not.
Time is the quiet coworker
documenting your failures,
archiving your delays,
watching you waste potential
like it’s renewable.
And when your file is full
it closes it.
No appeal.
No extension.
No “but I was about to”
About to… what?
Start?
Apologize?
Become something?
You’ve been “about to”
for years.
Let that sit.
Years.
Not days.
Not moments.
Whole seasons of your life
spent standing on the edge
of decisions you were too afraid to make.
And here’s the part
you won’t like
Nobody is coming to save you from that.
Not love.
Not luck.
Not some magical “right time.”
Because the truth?
You’re not waiting for the right time.
You’re hiding in delay.
Hiding in distractions.
Hiding in comfort.
Hiding in the lie
that you’ll magically become disciplined tomorrow.
Tomorrow is your favorite hiding place.
And time?
Time knows that.
That’s why it keeps moving
because it knows
you probably won’t.
One day,
your name will become a past tense story
people tell without checking if it hurts.
And all your “almosts”
will sit there
unfinished,
unlived,
unforgiven.
Not because you couldn’t
but because you didn’t.
Read that again.
Not because you couldn’t
but because you didn’t.
So before the clock quietly removes you
from a world that already knows how to move on without you
Fix it.
Call them.
Not later now.
Say it.
Even if your voice shakes.
Start.
Even if you fail.
Because if you don’t
the clock will keep ticking…
and one day,
it won’t be counting time anymore.
It’ll be counting
everything you never became.
Tick.
You’re still here.
Tock.
That’s not a promise. ❤️🫀