{"id":3430,"date":"2025-02-14T08:30:00","date_gmt":"2025-02-14T02:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/a-girl-next-door.com\/?p=3430"},"modified":"2025-02-19T04:35:42","modified_gmt":"2025-02-18T22:35:42","slug":"celle-qui-croyait-avoir-le-temps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/a-girl-next-door.com\/en\/celle-qui-croyait-avoir-le-temps\/","title":{"rendered":"The one who thought she had time"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"https:\/\/a-girl-next-door.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Celle-qui-croyait-avoir-le-temps.wav\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:38px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Welcome to <em>\u201cAlmost No Filter\u201d<\/em>, the podcast where I share my almost-forty-something chronicles, between life reflections, daily struggles and small realizations. Here, we talk about everything that is part of our journey: the ups, the downs, the doubts, and even the moments when we feel like we&#039;ve got it all wrong. The goal? To be as honest as possible with ourselves and with you, without filter or pretension. Because we&#039;re all a bit in the same boat, trying to understand what makes us move forward, or sometimes what makes us go round in circles. So, relax and let yourself be carried away. Let&#039;s go!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We always think we have time. Time to call back, time to say &quot;I love you&quot;, time to organize that dinner we&#039;ve been putting off for months. We tell ourselves that there will always be a next Christmas, a next occasion, a next conversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Until one day there are none left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When you lose someone, the first thing that hits you is not just the raw pain. It is this immense emptiness of no return. This moment when you realize that what you thought was ordinary was in fact a last moment without you knowing it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The last time we heard their voices.<br>The last time we shared a meal.<br>The last time we laughed together, without knowing it was the last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And that&#039;s where it begins. The inventory of regrets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I should have called more often.<br>I should have asked this question about his childhood.<br>I should have told her how much she meant to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But I thought I had time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The problem is that we all live with this illusion of permanence. We put things off until tomorrow. Because today we are tired. Because we have work. Because life goes too fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We tell ourselves that we&#039;ll go see our parents on Sunday, that we&#039;ll send a message tomorrow, that we&#039;ll take the time... when we have some.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Except that life doesn&#039;t wait. 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Here, we talk about everything that is part of our journey: the ups, the downs, the doubts, and even the moments when we feel like we got it all wrong. The goal? To be as honest as possible with ourselves and with you, without filter or pretension. Because we are all a bit in the same boat, trying to understand what makes us move forward, or sometimes what makes us go round in circles. So, relax and let yourself be carried away. Here we go! We always think we have time. Time to call back, time to say \u201cI love you\u201d, time to organize that dinner we have been putting off for months. We tell ourselves that there will always be a next Christmas, a next occasion, a next conversation. Until the day when there is none left. When you lose someone, the first thing that hits you is not just the raw pain. It is this immense void of no return. This moment when you realize that what you thought was ordinary was in fact a last moment without you knowing it. The last time you heard their voice. The last time you shared a meal. The last time you laughed together, without knowing it was the last. And that&#039;s where it begins. The inventory of regrets. I should have called more often. I should have asked that question about her childhood. I should have told her how much she meant to me. But I thought I had time. The problem is that we all live with this illusion of permanence. We put it off until tomorrow. Because today, we are tired. Because we have work. Because life goes too fast. We tell ourselves that we will go see our parents on Sunday, that we will send a message tomorrow, that we will take the time... when we have some. Except that life doesn&#039;t wait. And sometimes, tomorrow no longer exists. So, do we have to live in fear of losing those we love? No. But we have to be aware. Aware that time is an illusion. That none of us knows how much of it is left. Taking five minutes to say &quot;I&#039;m thinking of you&quot; is nothing in a day, but it can be everything for someone. It doesn&#039;t mean calling every day, or forcing yourself to do anything. Just... no longer putting off what really matters. Telling people you love them, even for no reason. Writing down memories, asking the questions you always put off. Capturing the little moments, because they&#039;re the ones that remain when everything stops. Because when life strikes, we never regret having loved too much or said too much. We only regret what we didn&#039;t do. So today, right now, right now: call that person. Tell them how you feel. Do what you&#039;ve been putting off for too long. Because the time we think we have is sometimes much shorter than we imagine. 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Ici, on parle de tout ce qui fait partie de notre parcours : les hauts, les bas, les doutes, et m\u00eame les moments o\u00f9 on a l\u2019impression d\u2019avoir tout faux. Le but ? \u00catre le plus honn\u00eate possible avec soi-m\u00eame et avec vous, sans filtre ni pr\u00e9tention. Parce qu\u2019on est tous un peu dans le m\u00eame bateau, \u00e0 essayer de comprendre ce qui nous fait avancer, ou parfois ce qui nous fait tourner en rond. Alors, d\u00e9tendez-vous et laissez-vous emporter. C\u2019est parti ! On croit toujours qu\u2019on a le temps. Le temps de rappeler, le temps de dire \u00ab\u00a0je t\u2019aime\u00a0\u00bb, le temps d\u2019organiser ce d\u00eener qu\u2019on repousse depuis des mois. On se dit qu\u2019il y aura toujours un prochain No\u00ebl, une prochaine occasion, une prochaine conversation. Jusqu\u2019au jour o\u00f9 il n\u2019y en a plus. Quand on perd quelqu\u2019un, la premi\u00e8re chose qui frappe, ce n\u2019est pas juste la douleur brute. 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On se dit qu\u2019on passera voir nos parents dimanche, qu\u2019on enverra un message demain, qu\u2019on prendra le temps\u2026 quand on en aura. Sauf que la vie, elle, n\u2019attend pas. Et parfois, demain n\u2019existe plus. Alors, est-ce qu\u2019il faut vivre dans la peur de perdre ceux qu\u2019on aime ? Non. Mais il faut \u00eatre conscient. Conscient que le temps est une illusion. Qu\u2019aucun de nous ne sait combien il en reste. Prendre cinq minutes pour dire \u00ab\u00a0je pense \u00e0 toi\u00a0\u00bb, ce n\u2019est rien dans une journ\u00e9e, mais \u00e7a peut \u00eatre tout pour quelqu\u2019un. \u00c7a ne veut pas dire appeler tous les jours, ni se forcer \u00e0 quoi que ce soit. Juste\u2026 ne plus remettre \u00e0 plus tard ce qui compte vraiment. Dire aux gens qu\u2019on les aime, m\u00eame sans raison.Noter les souvenirs, poser les questions qu\u2019on repousse toujours.Capturer les petits moments, parce que ce sont eux qui restent quand tout s\u2019arr\u00eate. Parce que quand la vie frappe, on ne regrette jamais d\u2019avoir trop aim\u00e9 ou trop dit. On regrette seulement ce qu\u2019on n\u2019a pas fait. Alors aujourd\u2019hui, maintenant, tout de suite : appelle cette personne.Dis-lui ce que tu ressens.Fais ce que tu reportes depuis trop longtemps. Parce que le temps qu\u2019on croit avoir est parfois bien plus court qu\u2019on ne l\u2019imagine. 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