Life rarely announces itself. It just happens. And then it happens again in a totally another way. We wake up thinking we control the day. We plan. We schedule. We arrange everything into neat boxes. But life keeps its own calendar. It flips the pages without asking.

The next moment is a silent mystery. We think we know it. We don’t. It slides through us like water. You try to retain it, but the tighter you grip, the quicker it escapes.

We live as if long life is assured. As if routines will stay loyal. As if “tomorrow” is a promise, not a privilege. But the truth stands quietly behind us: Nothing is fixed. Nothing is final. Nothing is certain.

Life changes in whispers. Sometimes in whispers we miss. A phone call. A message. A thought. A decision postponed or taken too soon. Small thing

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