How do you deal with the fear that your best years are already behind you?

There's a specific kind of sadness that comes from looking back at a version of yourself that felt more alive, more possible, more full of time.

Nobody talks about the grief of aging — not the wrinkles, but the quiet terror that the window for the life you imagined might be closing.

Have you ever felt like you missed your moment — and did anything ever shift that feeling, or are you still carrying it?