entry 37!

Oh! My soul, listen to me. You and I—we don’t have forever. Do you feel it? The days slipping away like sand through clenched fists. This year is dying, its final breaths echoing in the silence. And here we stand, you and I, with so much undone, so much unsaid.

We are fleeting, you and I—nothing more than whispers in the chaos of existence. One moment alive, brimming with potential, and the next—gone. Just like that. Do you understand what that means? Gone. Not just lost, but beyond reach. The kind of gone that time won’t return. And yet, here we are, hesitating. I feel you holding back, chained by fear, by pride, by excuses. I’ve heard your reasons, over and over again: “Not now.” “Maybe later.” “What if I fail?” But let me tell you this, my dear soul—time is not your ally. Time doesn’t care about your fears or your excuses. It will take everything from you, one second at a time, until there’s nothing left.

How long will you wait? How long will you let fear keep you silent? You know the truth, don’t you? The person we want to reach may already be slipping away. The dreams we’ve buried may never see the light of day. And when it’s all gone, when there’s nothing left but regret, who will you blame?

Not time. Not fate. Not the world. It will be you.

I’m telling you this because I see it clearly now. I’ve stood in the silence of my own cowardice, hoping someone else would take the first step, waiting for life to hand me a perfect moment. But those moments don’t exist. The perfect time is now, this second, this heartbeat.

If you feel something, soul, say it. If you want something, reach for it. And if you fear failure, good. Fear is proof that it matters. Let it fuel you, not bind you. But hear me well—if the one we care about doesn’t come to us, if they let us drift into the void, then we have our answer. They were never ours to begin with. And yes, it will hurt. It will carve through us like the icy winds of this dying year. But at least we will know.

So, I beg you, my soul: no more waiting. No more hesitation. Let the weight of these words break through your apathy. Let the end of this year be a reckoning—a moment where we rise, where we act, where we speak what’s been buried in silence for far too long.

Because if we don’t, regret will be all that remains. And regret, my soul, will be the death of us.

The year is ending. Time is moving forward, whether we do or not. This is our chance to act, to break free, to take what’s ours. Let’s not stand here again next December, haunted by the same what-ifs.

This is our moment. Let’s take it. Together. Let’s Cheers—to courage, to truth, and to living without regrets…!!