Were these feelings always buried within me, or am I only now realizing how fleeting everything is?
And more than anything, I wonder how to live with an awareness that makes life feel both so precious and unbearably fragile.
I’ve never thought of myself as emotional. I always believed I was rational, that emotions simply surfaced when needed.
But lately I’ve begun to wonder if growing older means becoming painfully aware of things I once understood without truly feeling.
The passage of time, the inevitability of change, and the lives others have lived beyond what I’ll ever know.
Sometimes I grieve time itself, even when nothing is lost.
I understand it all rationally, yet that doesn’t make it any easier to feel.