What we forgot
I often walk through this wonderful Earth of ours.
Sometimes I watch people rushing by—always on their way to the next appointment, to work, to whatever is “next.” Many forget themselves along the way. That’s how life is today. It races past us. Time slips through our hands.
What we have forgotten is to stop.
To breathe.
To take a moment just for ourselves.
For me, the world often feels loud—too fast, too bright, too much.
I love the sun, the day. But I also deeply love the sunset, when the world becomes softer, when the sky glows in warm colors. That’s actually my favorite time, because everything feels calmer then. People return home, meet loved ones, laugh. The streets light up, and now, as winter approaches, the windows and façades of the houses glow again.
But somehow this feeling is fading away,
as if we have forgotten what truly matters.
Do we still look in the mirror today and see who we are?
Where we are?
What we have?
When I sit outside, by the water or anywhere in nature, I sometimes notice a little flower pushing its way through a wall—living, blooming, reaching for the light. There is so much strength in something so small.
And then I realize: many people no longer notice these tiny miracles.
The colors.
The scent.
The soft whisper of leaves when the wind passes through them.
I notice these details deeply. And in those moments, time seems to stand still for me—even while people around me keep rushing by.
It’s sad that we have lost this ability.
We have only this one life.
Every moment only once.
We all have a certain amount of time. And when it’s used up, we never get it back. Time cannot be bought, replaced, or reversed, no matter what we do.
We waste it.
We give it away.
We use it wisely—or carelessly.
Sometimes we even kill it.
But what we no longer remember is how to enjoy time. How to claim it. How to choose it. How to protect it for ourselves. Of course, we all have responsibilities, but we can learn to live more consciously. To share time, to take time, to live time.
The time you waste today—or give away, or spend fighting, or steal from someone else—is time you will never get back. One day, none of this will matter anymore.
And then you might say: “I have no time left.”
Maybe you’ll remember moments that made you happy.
Or maybe you’ll realize you wasted too much time on things that gave you nothing—things that drained you, things that were simply lost.
You might even feel regret for not using that time wisely. Not using it for yourself.
I’ve learned to notice these things consciously.
I’ve learned that time is a gift.
In 2018, I lost my mom to cancer. She wasn’t old—only 59. But she loved and lived every day. She stopped. She noticed. She shared. She laughed. She gave her time generously and brought joy to many.
Thank you, Mom, for being such a beautiful angel. My best friend. My safe place. I miss you every day, especially on the darker ones.
But then I pause for a moment, look up, and smile at you.
What I want to say is this:
Don’t forget yourselves.
Look in the mirror and see who you are.
Do the things that make your heart glow.
Choose your time consciously.
Live on this beautiful planet with intention.
Because every moment is unique. Every moment comes only once.
Share it.
Live it.
And sometimes—just stop for a few seconds.
Love you all.
Your Sharon
What we forgot
I often walk through this wonderful Earth of ours.
Sometimes I watch people rushing by—always on their way to the next appointment, to work, to whatever is “next.” Many forget themselves along the way. That’s how life is today. It races past us. Time slips through our hands.
What we have forgotten is to stop.
To breathe.
To take a moment just for ourselves.
For me, the world often feels loud—too fast, too bright, too much.
I love the sun, the day. But I also deeply love the sunset, when the world becomes softer, when the sky glows in warm colors. That’s actually my favorite time, because everything feels calmer then. People return home, meet loved ones, laugh. The streets light up, and now, as winter approaches, the windows and façades of the houses glow again.
But somehow this feeling is fading away,
as if we have forgotten what truly matters.
Do we still look in the mirror today and see who we are?
Where we are?
What we have?
When I sit outside, by the water or anywhere in nature, I sometimes notice a little flower pushing its way through a wall—living, blooming, reaching for the light. There is so much strength in something so small.
And then I realize: many people no longer notice these tiny miracles.
The colors.
The scent.
The soft whisper of leaves when the wind passes through them.
I notice these details deeply. And in those moments, time seems to stand still for me—even while people around me keep rushing by.
It’s sad that we have lost this ability.
We have only this one life.
Every moment only once.
We all have a certain amount of time. And when it’s used up, we never get it back. Time cannot be bought, replaced, or reversed, no matter what we do.
We waste it.
We give it away.
We use it wisely—or carelessly.
Sometimes we even kill it.
But what we no longer remember is how to enjoy time. How to claim it. How to choose it. How to protect it for ourselves. Of course, we all have responsibilities, but we can learn to live more consciously. To share time, to take time, to live time.
The time you waste today—or give away, or spend fighting, or steal from someone else—is time you will never get back. One day, none of this will matter anymore.
And then you might say: “I have no time left.”
Maybe you’ll remember moments that made you happy.
Or maybe you’ll realize you wasted too much time on things that gave you nothing—things that drained you, things that were simply lost.
You might even feel regret for not using that time wisely. Not using it for yourself.
I’ve learned to notice these things consciously.
I’ve learned that time is a gift.
In 2018, I lost my mom to cancer. She wasn’t old—only 59. But she loved and lived every day. She stopped. She noticed. She shared. She laughed. She gave her time generously and brought joy to many.
Thank you, Mom, for being such a beautiful angel. My best friend. My safe place. I miss you every day, especially on the darker ones.
But then I pause for a moment, look up, and smile at you.
What I want to say is this:
Don’t forget yourselves.
Look in the mirror and see who you are.
Do the things that make your heart glow.
Choose your time consciously.
Live on this beautiful planet with intention.
Because every moment is unique. Every moment comes only once.
Share it.
Live it.
And sometimes—just stop for a few seconds.
Love you all.
Your Sharon