Hi everyone,
I’m 14 years old (almost 15 in a few days), and I want to share something I’ve been feeling deeply lately. I’m in a moment of my life where everything feels so perfect that it hurts to think it won’t last forever. I love what I do, I have time for myself, and I feel deeply loved by my family and friends. But there’s this constant shadow: time.
I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to face the future, the day when my grandparents (the greatest fountain of love I have in the world) are no longer here, or when I stop being a kid (I am not a kid longer, but paradoxically I am afraid to stop being one), or when I have to leave this phase of my life that feels so full of meaning. I wish I could encapsulate these moments, put them in a jar, and stay here forever. But I know I can’t. I know change is inevitable, and that thought breaks me.
I keep thinking about the day when all of this is gone. How life will push me forward even when I just want to stay. And I feel fear. Fear of losing what I have, fear of facing the unknown, fear of watching these precious moments fade away.
Sometimes it feels like time is this unstoppable force, dragging me forward while I desperately try to hold onto the present. I think about how fragile everything is—relationships, places, even myself—and it’s overwhelming. I find myself trying to savor every little detail: the way my grandparents laugh, the warmth of my family, the freedom I feel right now. But no matter how much I try to hold onto it, it feels like sand slipping through my fingers.
What scares me the most is how inevitable it all is. I can’t stop the clock, I can’t keep people around forever, and I can’t remain in this moment. It makes me question so much about life: Why are we so deeply connected to things and people if we’re destined to lose them? How do you balance cherishing the present while accepting that it won’t last?
I know people say that change can bring growth, but right now, I don’t want growth—I want stability. I want to stay here, in this moment, where I feel safe and loved. Yet, deep down, I know that resisting time is impossible. I know that life is about change, but I just wish it wasn’t so hard to accept.
So, I’m here, trying to find a way to live with this. How do I stop fighting against time? How do I stop fearing it? I want to be able to live fully, to embrace what’s here without being consumed by the fear of losing it.
If you’ve been through something similar, or if you’ve found a way to make peace with the passage of time, I would truly appreciate hearing your thoughts. Any advice, stories, or practices you can share would mean a lot to me.
Thank you for reading this (and also sorry if I had any grammatical errors, my native language is spanish). Writing it down already feels like a step toward understanding and accepting these emotions.