Blankets over our bones

We chase happiness
like it’s waiting at the finish line.
Chase longevity
as if time can be bargained with.
We stack money,
measure health,
dress freedom up in plans and promises.
And still…
time slips through us
like water through open hands.
We say one day
I’ll stop.
I’ll listen to the birds stitching morning into the sky.
I’ll watch the sun rise… and stay long enough to see it fall.
I’ll climb Pen y Fan,
breathe something real into my lungs,
book the getaway,
choose the moment over the excuse.
But one day
is a liar with a gentle voice.
Because in the end
we are not rich in things
but in fragments.
Moments.
Memories.
Half-faded conversations
that echo louder with age.
The laughter from our youth
becomes the blanket we pull over our bones
when the world grows quiet.
So don’t spend your whole life earning a living
and forget to live it.
Don’t fill every hour
until there’s no space left
for the sound of your own soul.
Because one day
you won’t be asking for more money…
or more success…
You’ll be reaching for a moment
you were too busy to keep. ✨