In time, everything finds its place, whether it's a moment of triumph or a lesson in loss. Time doesn’t rush or hesitate; it simply moves, one second folding into the next, and suddenly, everything has changed. What feels permanent today may be a memory tomorrow, and what seems uncertain now will eventually settle into the fabric of our story. We try to hold onto moments, to freeze them in the hopes of preserving their essence, but time slips through our fingers like sand. We live in a paradox, constantly aware of the passage, yet forever chasing after the next thing that promises to be "the one"—the breakthrough, the perfect moment, the resolution. Yet, time doesn’t care about our schedules or our desires; it just flows, indifferent to the hurry of human life. But in that flow, there is also beauty. Time teaches us patience and perspective. We begin to see that what once seemed urgent is often just a small part of a larger unfolding story. The harshest storms, when viewed from the distance of time, soften, their edges rounded by memory. The hardest losses find their place in the narrative of who we’ve become, and the greatest joys become treasures, held close even as the moments fade. We are not the same person we were yesterday, and tomorrow we will be even further from who we are now. Time doesn’t just pass—it shapes, molds, and redefines us. In the grand scheme, everything eventually settles into its own rhythm, unfolding in ways we could never have predicted, but always with purpose.