What would finally matter?
“One day left” makes me think about how much of life we spend assuming there will be another chance.
Another chance to visit. To clear the air. To sit beside someone without watching the clock. We leave important things unfinished because the ordinary business of living keeps moving them down the list.
I know what it means to be needed. To take the call, work the problem and keep searching after everyone else has gone to sleep. There is love in that effort. But I’ve had to ask myself a harder question: how much of my life have I spent preparing for a quieter day when I could finally live it?
If I had one day left, I doubt I’d need much time to decide who mattered. The names would come quickly. So would the words.
That’s the part that stays with me. We often know. We know whom we miss, what needs saying and where we’ve been spending ourselves on things that give very little back. Knowing hasn’t always been enough to make us act.
Some people I expected to share whole chapters with now exist in a handful of memories. I can’t lengthen those stories. I can choose how present I am in the ones still being written.
I want the people I love to know it while they can hear me say it. I want a good day to have my attention while I’m standing in it.
If the answer becomes clear when time runs out, it deserves my attention while time remains.
— Weathered Voice
Something worth hearing?
Tell me the artist and track, then what made you stop and listen.
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