The Time We Have

How much time do I have left?
Let’s stop pretending. 
Thirty years? Twenty? Maybe less? 
Or maybe tomorrow someone loses control and swerves into my lane, and that’s it. 
Game over, no more chances. 

Funny, right? You spend your life building something, chasing goals, thinking you’ve got time, and in an instant, it could all just… stop. 
And what have I done with the time I have? 
A lot, sure. By most standards, I’ve made it. 
But it still feels like there’s always more to do, more to achieve. 
I’m always pushing — working, striving, giving everything I have. It’s like there’s always another goal, another milestone. 
To others, to myself. 
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Dad…
I know you’re not happy with how things turned out. I get it. But I’m just stunned that you’d distance yourself like that. What the hell? 
I’m sorry I wasn’t the son you hoped for. But I’m not sorry for being who I am. I wish we could bridge this gap. Maybe one day you’ll understand that my worth isn’t tied to your approval. 
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Mom…
I don’t know where to start.
You give me more than I could’ve asked for — more love, more patience than anyone could hope for. 
I know I’m a lot to handle — always so disobedient, unconventional, marching to the beat of my own drum. 
But you never give up on me, not once. 
I’ve never said it enough, but thank you. 
Thank you for always being there, for understanding me even when I don’t understand myself. 
I don’t make things easy for you, I know that. But your love has been the one constant in my life, and I hope you know how much that means to me. 
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And… Last but not least, I want to thank those who are my anchors through all of this... I love you, guys. You are my best friends, my best...everything.
I don’t even know how it happened, how I got so lucky to have you both in my life at the same time. 

In the end, I’m here, successful, driven, but always feeling like I’m running out of time.
Like no matter how much I achieve, it’s never enough. 
I want to be better — for my family, for the people I love, for myself. 
But what if tomorrow, it’s all over? 
In the end, I don’t know if it’ll matter. 
But I’m trying.