Timing is just one of those things in life that you naturally become imprisoned to, because of its awe-inspiring, omniscient nature. How dare we ever try to conform any stretch of time into what we refer to as “good timing”. Some of us spend so much time wishing ourselves away over some “good timing”. With the way our world works, it’s becoming increasingly easy to blame everything but ourselves for the situations we come across.

With all that said, it’s always been a bit of a reach for me to believe that ALL things happen for a reason, purely because I’ve come to realize the potential & quickness that this ever-changing universe gives to us. 

I’ve convinced myself that there’s no lump sum of money in this whole world that could buy back all the hours we’ve spent cultivating what we know as “this life”. The temporary things are what they are for a reason. Within your entire lifetime lies a domino line of those momentary slivers of time that you’ve experienced. Over the years, I’m becoming comfortable with lining those pieces of memory up & judging them accordingly. I love & cherish most of what I’ve experienced, but I really owe those tumultuous moments a few kisses on the hand. My best two teachers are named trials & tribulations. Not my favorite, but my best. I can’t wait to look back on three times as many.