The Lost Rhythm of Time

 Somewhere along the way, we were led to believe that growth should be instant—like restarting a phone, like refreshing a screen. This fast-paced world has made patience feel like a flaw, slowness like a failure.

But life has never rushed itself. The moon does not bloom into fullness in a single night. The earth does not command its seeds to bear fruit before their time. There is a rhythm to becoming, a sacred slowness we have forgotten.

We are not machines to be upgraded in an instant. We are rivers carving our own path, trees stretching toward the sun, stories unfolding in their own time. Let life take its time—because all things worth having, worth being, are never in a hurry.