The River of Time

Time is a river. Sometimes it rushes in torrents, carrying us fast toward things we never planned. Other times, it flows quietly, barely moving, and we feel stuck on the riverbank, watching everyone else pass.
I’ve often tried to run ahead, to force the river to carry me where I want to go. But time has its own rhythm. It teaches patience in moments we resist it, and rewards the quiet moments we almost overlook.
There are days when hope feels lost, when the current seems too strong, when asking for help feels impossible. Yet even then, the river keeps moving, and so do we—sometimes slower than we’d like, but always forward.
I’ve learned that time doesn’t favor anyone—but it listens to persistence, to courage quietly kept, and to hearts that keep showing up even when the world seems silent.
And so I keep moving, not ahead of time, but with it—learning to float, to rest when needed, and to trust that every turn of the river brings something new.