There’s a shadow trailing us all, one we don’t like to look at: death. It’s not morbid to say it; it’s just true. Death is too close to stand still.
Time doesn’t care about your plans; it keeps ticking while you scroll, binge, or procrastinate. And yet, we freeze. We stand still. We let fear, comfort, or indecision bolt us to the ground like rusted statues.
We’re not promised tomorrow. That’s not a cliché—it’s a fact that hums beneath every heartbeat.
This isn’t about panic. It’s about waking up, it’s a motivator. It’s the push to stop drifting and start doing. To write the book. To take the trip. To mend the rift. To live like the sand’s running out—because it is. Standing still isn’t safety; it’s surrender.
So move. Create. Risk something. Death is too close to waste another second pretending you’ve got forever. You don’t.
Do the thing, don't wait on tomorrow. The hourglass is running out of sand.