Imagine being told that someone you love deeply will slip into eternity today. The words hit like a thunderclap, and suddenly your mind is flooded with memories—laughter, tears, silent moments of understanding. You spend every second holding on tighter, acting with tenderness and desperation, trying to make the most of what little time remains. You whisper words you hope will be enough, wishing you could turn back time.
And then, just before the moment arrives—before eternity claims them—you realize with a shock that it’s not just someone you love who is fading away. It’s you. You are the one slipping into the unknown. In that instant, all the regrets flood in: you should have taken that day off work, gone to that picnic, set boundaries you never did, told them how much they meant, loved more freely. But time has run out. The moment is gone. There’s no more second chances, no more words to say, no way to turn back the clock.
In those final seconds, the only thing left is the aching truth—love is fleeting, and life is fragile. And as calls beckons, you realize that perhaps the greatest lesson is to cherish every moment—before it’s too late.