july

When I was younger, I really thought time was endless. Yeah I thought I could always do it later, that nothing would slip away. But time doesn’t work like that. It moves quiet and fast, and you don’t realize what you’ve missed until it’s already gone. I see it now: energy, boldness, momentum... They don’t last forever. Some moments only show up at a certain age, in a certain mindset. And if you’re not there to catch them, they don’t come back. Maybe the biggest lie I believed was that I had time.