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THE LAST TIME

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. ❤️🫀

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