Published by: Zenie Lynn Caguing
Date Published: October 10, 2025
Time Published: 9:15am
𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗬: Prose
𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘: It's best to take opportunities while they're there, because time will never stop and wait for you to be ready.
It's truly fascinating how time has a way of messing with our minds and slipping through our fingers. One moment, it feels as though it's endless, like we have all the time in the world, but with the blink of an eye, it suddenly races ahead, leaving us breathless, everything’s moving too fast to catch up.
For so long, I had been too afraid, too unsure of my own abilities. Every time an opportunity came my way, I would whisper excuses to myself because of fear—I would tell myself that I wasn't ready, that the timing wasn't right.
And so, I waited.
I waited and waited for courage to arrive, for the world to somehow pause for me—that the opportunity would stop and linger, until I was brave enough to reach for it.
But I slowly learned that the world does not wait. It does not slow down, nor does it hesitate—it just continues to move forward.
And by the time I finally understood this, it was too late. I ran and ran, in a desperate attempt to catch up, but everything that was once within reach had already gone by. The opportunity that I once held, had already slipped through my fingers, leaving me with the remains of what could possibly have been mine.
I stood still—frozen.
Regret pressed heavily against my chest. I counted every missed opportunities, replayed every decision, every choice until the whispers of my own thoughts slowly start to feel like screams in my head.
If only I had tried... would it had been mine?
But even as I stood still with regret, the world kept moving behind me. The wind still carried leaves through the streets, the clock never once paused, its ticking a reminder—a silent whisper that time is running and I should start doing something.
And then, it hit me.
If the world can keep moving after multiple storms, why should I let mine stop me?
No amount of regret will turn back time. No amount of longing will return what has already gone. It's only a waste of time to linger in regret.
So, with a heart still heavy, but a head unwilling to let myself be left behind, I rise. Slowly, unsteadily, I take a step forward.
I move, imitating the world that never waits, never slows down, and never pauses. Carrying with me not only the weight of regret, but also the lessons I have learned because of it with me.
Because the truth is simple—anything and everything in the world will keep moving even as we stay still.
And this time, I choose to move with it.
#Prose
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