Slipping Through My Fingers

The clock is ticking, ticking and ticking, and you can't do anything about it except watch as time goes by. Three years ago, before leaving Mexico, every night, every party, every meeting, I was thinking and counting down the time left before I returned to my own country. It did no good; it only made me waste the time I had with my loved ones by overthinking.

Sometimes we feel down. We don’t want to do anything, just stay in bed and watch TikTok all day long. Time can weigh on us, especially when we're caught between worlds: between past and future, between longing and presence. That feeling of stickiness and stillness steals our life and memories from us.

How often do we realize we’re wasting moments only after they’ve slipped away?

Mine was definitely not today, and it won’t be tomorrow.Having the last group hug, signing the senior wall, cleaning out the locker but still keeping some stuff so the newbies can have a piece of my spirit, saying goodbye to everything you got familiar with, and starting a new life all over again.But even then, even in those meaningful moments, part of me was still somewhere else. I was caught between holding on and letting go. It’s strange how the heart can feel full and empty at the same time. You smile, you laugh, you take photos, but deep down, you know something is ending.

And no one prepares you for that.You think you have time: more hugs, more late-night talks, more quiet moments with people who make you feel at home.But you don’t. Not really.

Time will never stop for us. In fact, it only gets faster the more we chase it.The best we can do is take a deep breath, stop checking the time, start being present, and enjoy the short time we have.

Not every day will be perfect, but I’ll be here for it. I’m still learning how. And maybe that’s enough.