
Twenty years from now... you will search your memory just as a drowning person gasps for a final breath, and you will discover that the days you once thought ordinary were far too precious to be lived in haste.
You will yearn for this time of your life—not because it was perfect, but because it was the spring you passed through without ever pausing to admire its blossoms. You will realize that time was not merely passing; it was stripping away the green leaves of your soul, leaving behind nothing but what is preserved in
memory.
You will realize, too late, that the dreams you postponed were dimming their lights night after night, waiting for your return; and that the faces whose presence you took for granted were blessings slipping through your fingers like
water through trembling hands.
Twenty years from now...
You will not wish for more money, a larger home, or greater fame.
You will wish only for one more minute of this life—to return to these days and live them with a heart that truly knows their worth before they turn
into nostalgia.
For time does not steal our lives...
It steals our ability to perceive their beauty until they have already become memories.