A daily battle I fight within myself is the concept of time. Specifically, the fear of running out of it. The thought lingers in the back of my mind, whispering that I should be moving faster, achieving more, figuring it all out now. This mindset is deeply intertwined with anxiety, a restless war between urgency and patience.
Lately, I’ve been trying to shift focus. Take advantage of the present completely. To be here, now. To show up for myself, put in the work, and trust that healing and growth will follow in their own time.
I remind myself that every moment is another chance to find clarity and understanding. There is no race, no deadline for self-discovery. The simple truth is that transformation requires long durations of time—time to unravel who we are, to stumble into wisdom, to experience revelations that only arrive when we’re ready for them.
Change doesn’t happen overnight. As humans, we can’t fully feel and process the emotions necessary for rebirth in a single fleeting moment. And yet, I often demand this of myself. Expecting to heal, to unlearn, to grow faster. But that isn’t fair. We cannot force ourselves to evolve on a timeline that wasn’t meant for us.
They say time heals all wounds, but I think it’s deeper than that. Time is the fabric of our healing. The threads of experience, the colors of our emotions, the patterns of lessons learned and unlearned. It is an ongoing dance, the rhythm of life shaping us with every step. Torn pieces of our hearts, fragments of our minds. Over time, they don’t just mend; they transform.
And within that transformation, we experience the true magic of healing.
Simply yours,
Ky
By Kyra Oakland 
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