We always believe there will be more time, another morning to say what we couldn't, another sunset to sit beside someone we miss, another chance to make things right. We keep waiting for the right moment, the perfect calm, the right words to fall into place, but life isn't patient like that. While we wait, messages go unanswered, eyes that once sparkled start to look away, laughter fades from rooms that once felt alive. The coffee cools, the plans are postponed, the dreams we swore we'd chase someday get buried under routines that never end. We forget that hearts don't wait forever, that people grow distant while we plan our timing, that even the strongest feelings wilt when left unspoken. One day, we look back and realize that everything we thought we'd have time for has quietly slipped through our fingers, not because me didn't care, but because we hesitated. So love while it's still warm, speak while your voice still trembles, forgive while it still matters. Dance even if the music is fading, hold the hands that reach for you, and don't let life pass while you're busy preparing to live it. Because later is a thief dressed as comfort, and one day, it will leave you standing in the quiet, wishing you had done all the small, beautiful things when your heart first whispered to. So, don't mistake patience for delay. What's in your hands now, what's calling to you now, deserves to be lived fully before it slips away. Time will take care of the rest.