TIME

It’s true. At some point in our lives, we were made to believe there was one thing we needed for change. Our stories may not be the same, but there’s one thing we all have in common:

Our perception of time.

We think we have it. We use each day as a marker“This is what I’ll do when…”“I’ll only do this if…”

Time becomes so important. Yet we never truly realize that we’ve lost control of it.

In high school, all the girls used to play this one game; we’d choose an age, the initials of the guys we liked, the places we wanted to live, the cars we wanted to drive, the number of kids we'd have. And that age we chose? 

That would be the time it all happened. I don’t know about you, but for me, that age was 23. Today, I’m 31. Still unmarried. No kids. No house in Paris. No Lambo... yet. (A girl can still dream.)

And if you’re anything like me, you go hard on yourself because the time came and nothing happened the way you imagined.You realize, sadly, it isn’t a perfect world.The movies we watched were scripted.The people we wanted to be like? Just actors.

 You start feeling sorry for yourself, especially when it happens for someone else and without knowing their story, you tell yourself: I’ve failed. I did something wrong. We begin to wallow in the question: “Why them, and not me?”and we think, somehow, someone is going to come along and save us. In time. When the time is right. 

Right? Wrong. No one is coming.

The wait? The longer it is, the more you’ve lost. You expect a grand intervention, and you look at all the possibilities but never at yourself, never in the mirror. We race through puddles, stomping on our own reflections, chasing the sun, chasing the moon, chasing the vibe but never truly seeing that it all begins with you. You’re the drip. The only constant in time is you.

Every day that you’re alive, you write the next line, the next chapter; your story. Sometimes you’ll have to rip the pages out, draw lines through the sentences as many times as you need just to get it right.

But what matters most is that you start. Start now. Tomorrow means you wasted the night. You’ll have to do it. The life you want, the love you desire, the happiness you crave has nothing to do with time.

It has everything to do with what you’re willing to do. Your willingness to start, to accept that you’ll fail but to never stop because you need you. We won’t all “get there” in the right time, because the right time doesn’t exist.

You work hard. You stay consistent. You write those goals down, and you check that list. It won’t be your parents, it won’t be your partner. It’s your story.

So keep WRITING. PAINTING. SWIMMING. HUSTLING. THRIVING.

"It’s hard to lose the magic when you’re it." — TKEpiphany