We often say that Time Flies, but we forget that we are the ones who steer the flight. Every passing second is like a tiny grain of sand adding to the sediments of our lives. Aging is not the loss of youth. It is the accumulation of wisdom and crystalline moments. I look in the mirror and I see a map of every joy and every storm I have survived. These reflections are precious. They remind us that the present is the only place where we truly exist. We must learn to pause. We must breathe in the beauty of the now before it becomes a memory. Life is a collection of these brief, golden flashes. Cherish the movement of the clock. It is the heartbeat of your own evolution.
- The way we process the passing of time is central to my Erosion series.
- “Discover how to find stillness in the rush of life in my Crystals section.
To explore the fascinating philosophy behind our perception of time, you can read more at Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy.
Vrijeme leti
Od trenutka kada sam prestala brojati svoje godine i obraćati pažnju na to koliko ih zapravo imam, sve češće i dublje misli me vraćaju u prošlost — u dane, ljude i događaje koji su oblikovali moj život i ostavili trag u mom sjećanju.
Sjećamo se dječjih igara ispred nebodera, smijeha koji je odjekivao među zgradama, i radosti koja je tada izgledala beskrajna. Prisjećam se odlazaka s tatom u knjižaru, kada smo birali školske knjige za novu godinu, i jutarnjih vožnji autobusom do škole — dijelova mog svakodnevnog života koji su mi se urezali duboko u pamćenje.
Kad god čujem pjesmu iz mladosti, odmah me vrati u one bezbrižne dane kada smo plesali uz televizor, smijali se i dijelili radost. Ti trenuci bili su ispunjeni toplinom, radošću i uspomenama koje i danas čuvam kao blago u srcu.
Ogledalo sadašnjosti
I dok se rado vraćam prošlosti, često zaboravim cijeniti sadašnji trenutak. Kada se pogledam u ogledalo, postajem svjesna promjena koje su godine donijele — bore, sijede vlasi, tragove vremena.
Više nisam mlada kao nekada, i to me ponekad boli. Ne bavim se sportom i rijetko izlazim, osim kada moram. Ipak, svaki put kad izađem, trudim se izgledati lijepo. Kad se tada pogledam, iznenadim se — u odrazu vidim ženu koja izgleda barem deset godina mlađe.
Imam sreću što uz sebe imam divnog muža s kojim mogu dijeliti sve — misli, brige, osjećaje. Razumije me jer iskreno govorim o svemu, a i on dijeli moja iskustva.
Znam da starost ne mogu izbjeći. Prihvaćam je kao prirodan dio života, ali to ne znači da želim prestati osjećati radost. Moje godine i iskustva su dar — oblikovala su me u osobu koja zna, voli i razumije. I zato se često vraćam sjećanjima — ne da bih pobjegla od sadašnjosti, već da bih se podsjetila tko sam bila i što još uvijek jesam.
Le temps passe
Depuis que j’ai cessé de compter mes années, des pensées de plus en plus profondes me ramènent au passé — aux jours, aux personnes et aux événements qui ont façonné ma vie et laissé une trace dans ma mémoire.
Je me souviens des jeux d’enfants devant les immeubles, des rires qui résonnaient et de la joie qui semblait alors infinie. Chaque chanson de ma jeunesse me ramène immédiatement à ces jours insouciants où nous dansions devant la télévision.
En me regardant dans le miroir, je prends conscience des changements apportés par les années — les rides, les cheveux gris, les traces du temps. Je ne suis plus aussi jeune qu’avant, et cela fait parfois mal.
J’ai la chance d’avoir à mes côtés un mari merveilleux avec qui je peux tout partager. Il me comprend parce que je parle sincèrement de tout. Je sais que je ne peux pas éviter la vieillesse. Je l’accepte comme une partie naturelle de la vie.
Mes années et mes expériences sont un cadeau — elles ont fait de moi une personne qui sait, qui aime et qui comprend. Je reviens à mes souvenirs pour me rappeler qui j’étais et qui je suis encore.
Time Flies
From the moment I stopped counting my years and paying attention to how many I actually have, increasingly deep thoughts take me back to the past — to the days, people, and events that shaped my life.
I remember childhood games in front of the skyscrapers, the laughter echoing between buildings, and the joy that seemed endless then. Whenever I hear a song from my youth, it immediately takes me back to those carefree days.
Looking in the mirror, I become aware of the changes the years have brought — wrinkles, gray hairs, traces of time. I am no longer as young as I once was, and that sometimes hurts. But I am lucky to have a wonderful husband to share everything with.
I know I cannot avoid old age. I accept it as a natural part of life, but that doesn’t mean I want to stop feeling joy. My years and experiences are a gift — they shaped me into a person who knows, loves, and understands.
I return to memories not to escape the present, but to remind myself who I was and who I still am today.