Young again

The world spins faster than the second hand - just as you're about to exhale, there's already a new chapter, a new rhythm, a new “now.” The music sounds like an internal dialogue at the moment of realization that no filters can hold back the moment. Each beat is like a pat on the shoulder: live, silly, don't get distracted - this day cannot be rehearsed.

There is no pathos here, only a slight sadness at how quickly all good things fly by. But in this sadness there is warmth, like an old photograph found by chance between the pages of a notebook. And let time go on with its stubborn pace, there is music to remind us that everything was already beautiful. Right now.