Today

Today is the oldest I’ve ever been,

and the youngest I’ll ever be again.

It’s strange when I think about it,

how fast time moves,

how I don’t even notice it slipping away.

Every second that passes

turns into a version of me I’ll never meet again.

That thought makes me want to slow down,

to notice the little things

the way the air feels right now,

the quiet around me,

the weight of simply existing.

I realize I spend so much time

thinking about tomorrow,

or replaying yesterday,

that I forget the “today” I’m actually living in.

But this

this exact heartbeat,

this exact age,

this exact version of me

will never come back.

Tomorrow I’ll be older,

tomorrow I’ll carry new pieces of myself,

but I’ll never return to this day.

And maybe that’s what makes it special,

maybe that’s why I should treat it gently,

like something fragile,

like something rare.

Right now, this second,

I’m younger than I’ll ever be tomorrow,

but older than I was just a breath ago.

It makes me want to hold onto this moment,

like maybe if I pay attention,

I won’t forget how it feels to be here, now.

Because soon, this version of me

this exact age, this exact heartbeat

will only exist in memory.

-dmnd