Don't Save It for Someday

Don’t save anything for someday— because someday is a slow thief. It steals in whispers, in heartbeats you don’t count, in the space between "I should" and "I'll get to it." Soon, the tea turns cold— the warmth you craved fades to memory. What once was rich, sweet, alive... now tastes like regret. Sitting. Soon, your fire fades— that spark in your chest? it flickers... then dies. The dream you once burned for becomes just another "what if" buried under dust. Before long, the day slips away— the sun you meant to chase dips behind the hills, and you’re left standing in the dark, asking the night, "Why did I wait?" Before long, people change. The child who once reached for your hand learns to let go. The laughter that once filled your home becomes a memory you strain to catch. Before long, people move on. The voice you meant to call tomorrow? Silent. The hands you meant to hold? Just photos on a dusty shelf. Before long, life passes you by— not in a storm, not in a shout, but in the quiet ticking of moments you thought you had forever to use. And then... before long becomes too late. The chance? Gone. The door? Shut. The song you never sang? The poem you never wrote? Stuck like a stone in your throat. So I ask you— what are you waiting for? The clock’s not ticking for you. It’s ticking against you. Don’t save anything for someday. Write now Speak now. Love now. Dream now. Move now. Live now.