The struggle we once thought would never end
Is slowly becoming part of our past
Like worn-out pages in a journal,
It's still real, but no longer holding us fast.

We carried the weight for so long,
We thought it had become part of who we are.
But now, like seasons changing quietly,
Even pain begins to feel far.

Just like it's always been written
Flowers bloom, then wither away.
Yet, somehow, from the same soil,
New life finds its way.

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Joy, too, that once felt endless,
Now, flickers like an old photograph.
Sweet moments we tried to hold on to
Slip through our fingers
Yet they still make the heart laugh.

Time doesn’t ask for permission.
It moves whether we’re ready or not.
Tick-tock, the Mastermind keeps calling,
And every second leaves a mark or a thought.

Each moment, a gamble, joy or sorrow,
Good news today, tears tomorrow.
A delicate balance of light and shade,
Of paths we choose and those we've made.

Every sound time whispers
Holds a truth we may never fully grasp.
We imagine peace yet find ourselves in chaos.
We fear the worst, and then life offers a gentle clasp.

Sometimes, we break, and sometimes, we bend.
But every ending still leads somewhere.
And even if the story shifts suddenly,
There’s always meaning in the air.

The memories, good and bad, remain.
They shape us, stretch us, and make us whole.
Even when days pass unnoticed,
They quietly sculpt the soul.

So here’s to the struggles that softened us,
To the joy that taught us to feel.
To the ticking clock that never waits
Reminding us that time is real.

Not to be feared, but to be lived.
Not to be wasted, but embraced.
Because every single heartbeat
Is a moment we can’t replace.