Every morning I wake up with one quiet thought echoing in my mind: What if this is my last day?
Not out of fear. Not out of sadness. But out of a strange clarity.
I don’t know if I’ll be here tomorrow. I don’t even know if anyone would notice if I wasn’t. And maybe that’s why I’ve stopped waiting for perfect moments or the right time. Life doesn’t promise that.
There was a time I used to overthink everything—what people would say, how I looked, whether I was good enough, smart enough, liked enough. I kept chasing approval, hoping something would make it all feel worth it. But every night ended with the same question: Why does it still feel empty?
And then one day, something changed. Not because something major happened, but because I just got tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of doubting. Tired of living like I had all the time in the world.
So I stopped.
Now, I live like today is all I have. If I feel something, I say it. If I want something, I try. If something doesn’t sit right with me, I leave it behind. There’s no time to play games with my heart or pretend I don’t care when I do. There’s no time to hold grudges, to overthink a text, or to wonder if someone will stay.
If I want to dance in my room at midnight, I do. If I want to sit in silence and breathe, I don’t feel guilty about it. If I laugh too loud or cry too easily, so be it. I don’t filter myself anymore just to fit into someone else’s comfort zone.
Because what if I don’t get to see tomorrow morning?
Would I want to leave behind a version of myself that lived halfway?
Absolutely not.
We spend so much of our lives trying to be someone, do something, prove everything—forgetting that just being is already enough.
The truth is, I don’t know what’s waiting for me next. Maybe something beautiful. Maybe nothing at all. But until then, I’m choosing to live like every moment matters. Because it does. And if no one remembers me tomorrow, I’ll still know I lived honestly today.
With no regrets. No holding back.
Just me. Fully alive.
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