❄️ It’s getting cold, and the first snowflakes are falling. Looking back, this year somehow feels like it lasted forever. It’s interesting, because I often feel the opposite—that time is racing. Yet now, it feels warm and soft, as if I’ve gained emotional distance from the events of a year ago. Even the memory of this summer feels like it belongs to a small eternity ago. So much has happened, and yet I’m often not even aware of it because life keeps pulling me forward.

It’s fascinating how time can feel both fleeting and expansive, depending on our perspective. In the midst of life’s events, time seems to rush by, leaving little room for reflection. But looking back, the emotional distance and layers of experience stretch and reshape time, making some moments feel like they belong to another lifetime.

Perhaps it’s this paradox—living forward but looking back—that defines our sense of time. Each season, each moment, becomes a layer: softening with distance but remaining an essential part of who we are. The warmth I feel now might come from the resilience and growth I’ve carried through this year. And as the snow falls, winter invites me to pause and honor what has passed, while quietly preparing for what’s to come.

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Like a fish in water, a sloth in bed,
Where the jungle's laws are timelessly wed.
Survival whispers through canopy's shade,
A dance of life in every glade.

I am dreaming.

No clock but hunger, no map but stars,
The wild, a canvas of nature's scars.
Here, instincts reign, and freedom's found,
A world where primal hearts resound.

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