Then slowly it dawned on me, I was wrong, way off mark. Because it’s like a clockwork. Always on time, in essence, it is the very definition of the timing itself. Everything is pre-planned, on the right place at the right time. We want some things, but to reach there it has go through a dozen other slots. But at the right time, it will be there, and everything will still be there. EVERYTHING.
“One day you’ll look back, and see all the dots connecting, somewhat magically”.
Till then? Hold your horses.