I did not write this – but it resonates with me. The urgency to do things that matter now, so hard when external factors control some of those outcomes… trying to buy a house, trying to get my parents here with me. No time to wait, but no choice to do so 😔, and the fear that time will run out.
Barely the day started and… it’s already six in the evening. Barely arrived on Monday and it’s already Friday. … and the month is already over. … and the year is almost over. … and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed. … and we realize that we lost our parents, friends. and we realize it’s too late to go back… So… Let’s try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time… Let’s keep looking for activities that we like… Let’s put some color in our grey… Let’s smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts. And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left. Let’s try to eliminate the afters… I’m doing it after… I’ll say after… I’ll think about it after… We leave everything for later like ′′ after ′′ is ours. Because what we don’t understand is that: Afterwards, the coffee gets cold… afterwards, priorities change… Afterwards, the charm is broken… afterwards, health passes… Afterwards, the kids grow up… Afterwards parents get old… Afterwards, promises are forgotten… afterwards, the day becomes the night… afterwards life ends… And then it’s often too late…. So… Let’s leave nothing for later… Because still waiting see you later, we can lose the best moments, the best experiences, best friends, the best family… The day is today… The moment is now…
We are no longer at the age where we can afford to postpone what needs to be done right away. So let’s see if you have time to read this message and then share it. Or maybe you’ll leave it for… ′′ later “… And you’ll never share it….
The month in the year where memories fill me with the exact emotion they did 8 years ago.
Fear, anguish , sadness, hopelessness…it takes one person to break you and countless to try and put back the pieces.
I will never again love September, not the first day of Spring or the weather, the memories are overshadowed by so many storm clouds.
Tonight, as I sit here and sigh a breath of relief that it is October, fighting back tears as I once again pack away the moments that I will never quite forget, I just really ..really really want my family. Hugs that I crave from only those arms. Immigration really sucks most when you have those moments where only family can help you through it.