Half-Lived Days

Dr Ranbir Laishram

We wake up every day.
Punch the clock, grind away.
Work hard—no breaks, no play.
Save every penny, stack it high.
Dream of freedom someday.

But bodies break.
Backs ache, hearts strain.
Health fades, years slip like sand.

Then we spend it all—
pills, doctors, desperate fixes.
Chasing strong backs
we lost along the way.

We worry through the night:
tomorrow's storms, what-ifs, bills piling.
Fears attack, relentless.

We miss today's light—
laughter with kids,
sun on skin, friends calling.
Joys slipping silent.

Racing tears blur the now.
Chasing ghosts of what might be.
We live like immortals—
invincible, forever young.

We chase the big house,
shiny car, title, praise.
Fill days with endless noise.

But one day, it hits—
breath stops, heart quits.
We die quiet, empty-handed.
Hearts full of regrets.
Without ever really living.

Did we love enough?
Laugh loud? Dance in the rain?
Hold the moment tight?

Or just... survive?
Wake up.
Before it's too late.
Live now—
before the gate slams shut.