Anonimo
The fear of being forgotten
Today, I found an old photograph Buried in my phone gallery . It showed a group of friends laughing together, and for moment, I wondered whether we would still remember this exact day years later. It felt strange realizing that ordinary moments can become precious only after they have quietly disappeared from our lives.
I suddenly wanted to stop rushing through everything. Maybe one day, I will miss these messy college days, random conversations, shared jokes, and even stressful mornings, I cannot preserve every moment, but I can be present for them . Tonight, I saved the photograph and smiled, grateful that this moment happened at all.
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you have written very well ...I enjoyed reading this
This really made me pause and think. We often rush through our days without realizing that these ordinary moments might become the memories we miss the most someday. Beautifully written. 🤍
Time flies in school and college. When I started working I realised how much fun I had missed during my college days. The missed opportunity made me cry because I could not go back in time to grab those opportunities or have fun.