Caught myself wondering: Most of us accept that in this life, time is limited. We have a certain amount of it so every choice becomes a yes to something and a no to something else. Where we are. What we do. Who we share our days with. I don’t always see time as a currency. But sometimes I catch myself measuring it — wondering if something is a ‘good investment of time’ like sitting in front of a screen. And yet... Chasing doesn’t always bring more aliveness. Sometimes it just brings more noise. What helps is remembering something softer. Not strategy, but soul. If I could speak to myself — not the one keeping track, but the one underneath — I’d say: You’re not here to get everything right. You’re here to feel, to choose, and to remember that being alive is already the miracle. Some days you’ll run fast. Some days you’ll sit still. Both are sacred. The world will tell you to count time. But your soul came here to taste it. So don’t worry where in the world you are, with friends or alone, at a desk or in nature — just notice if your heart is there too. And if it’s not, ask it kindly where it wants to go. Then follow it. Slowly. One breath at a time. From my ❤️ to yours