“One Day” Is a Lie

(And you probably already missed this one day.)

I'm wondering lately if we all do it wrong. Like… fundamentally wrong. Not just a little off.

This whole “life” thing. We’re born and the clock starts ticking. Not gently but aggressively.

There’s already a silent contract waiting for you:

✔ Make your parents proud.

✔ Don’t embarrass the family.

✔ Fit in.

✔ Get in line.

✔ Work hard.

✔ Don’t ask why.

And you sign it without reading. Because what choice do you have? There’s no warm-up lap. No trial period.

Then comes the training phase .We call it “school.” but really, it’s an obedience bootcamp with standardized trauma.

You grow up believing freedom means picking between iPhone colors. You chase dreams you’ve never even questioned. You measure success in square meters and screen resolution.

You’re handed a debt, a schedule, and a list of expectations – none of which you wrote. You think you’ll figure it out later and later becomes

a job.

A family.

A mortgage.

A hamster wheel with soft music and a holiday every 300 spins.

And time? You treat it like you’re subscribed to eternity. Putting off your life like it’s some postponed event.

“Someday.”

“After this job.”

“When the kids are older.”

“When things calm down.”

You start putting dreams on layaway: 

“One day, I’ll write that book.” 

“One day, I’ll quit and travel.” 

“One day, I’ll finally live.”

Here’s the thing nobody tells you: One Day doesn’t exist. It’s the biggest scam humanity ever bought into!

And while you're waiting for it, the world trains you in mediocrity. Trains you to avoid risk, avoid pain, avoid failure. Trains you to say:“Oh well. It is what it is.”

Spoiler: It isn't. You're just too exhausted to care.

Meanwhile, the ones who dared are called reckless, selfish and unrealistic.

Let’s talk about the end. Because that’s where all of this goes.

We don’t like to. We sanitize it and outsource it...avoid it like it’s contagious.

Old people? We park them somewhere with minimal dignity and a TV. Generations ago, elders were the wisdom keepers. Today? They’re seen as expired hard drives and a burden.

They die slowly. With regrets. And you will too.

Not because death is cruel but because you never lived.

You didn't bungee jump.

You didn’t write the song.

You didn’t say the thing.

Because it wasn't the right time and because you thought you had time.

But instead

You answered emails. You chased promotions. You decorated a life like it was a catalog.

And do you want to know what the saddest part is?

You still try to make peace with it. Because everyone else is doing the same. Regret becomes a group ritual. You laugh it off, say "That's life".

Although when death finally shows up, you’ll realize something brutal:

You weren’t afraid of dying. You were afraid of living wrong.

And you did.

So your question is: Is this the life I wanted or just the one I was handed?

Are you still waiting for permission? Or do you finally get it?

He spent a lifetime waiting for the right moment and now he is sitting alone, watching a world that no longer sees him.