Borrowed Time

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What if you woke up tomorrow—and everything was gone?

The voice you assumed you’d hear.

The hug you meant to give.

The time you thought you had.

It’s not morbid. It’s human.

Because the truth is, we’re not promised more time—we’re just privileged to wake up with it.

And yet, we rush. We postpone. We forget.

We forget that the ordinary is extraordinary—until it’s no longer ours.

Here’s the truth we’re taught to avoid:

We are all living on borrowed time.

And one day, without warning, the lender comes calling.

But sometimes, life whispers before it shouts:

In the stillness of a morning routine.

In the aging of someone you love.

In the realization that nothing—not even this breath—is guaranteed.

That’s when it hits:

It’s not the length of life that matters, but the depth with which we live it.

It’s not the number of years, but the number of moments we actually show up for.

When someone dies, we scramble to remember what we should’ve said.

But while they live—we rarely say it.

Don’t wait.

Who or what are you taking for granted?

A parent? A partner? A friend you assume will always pick up the phone?

This Week’s Action: Say It While You Can

Write a gratitude note.

Send a message. Make the call.

Tell someone what they mean to you—not in a eulogy, but in real time.

Because love is only felt when it’s shared.

And time only matters when it’s used.

Borrowed time is a gift.

Spend it like it’s sacred.