I Finally Found The “Right Time” To Rise

Time is a peculiar thing. We wield it as both a weapon and a shield, a measuring stick for our progress and a justification for our procrastination. We speak of waiting for the right time, as if there were a perfect moment waiting to reveal itself. We promise ourselves that when the time comes, we will act, that we will seize the opportunities that have eluded us for so long. And we console ourselves with the mantra that time heals all wounds, hoping that the pain we carry will dissipate with each passing moment. But perhaps, in our quest for the elusive “right time,” we have been deceiving ourselves all along.

I had always been a dreamer. I was the one with a notebook full of scribbled ideas, a head full of lofty ambitions, and a heart bursting with the belief that someday, somehow, I would make my mark on the world. Like so many others, I waited for that elusive right time to come. I waited for the stars to align, for inspiration to strike, and for the perfect moment to launch me into the life I had always imagined. I didn’t realize then that at any moment any one of us can align our own stars and that the heavens lost the invitation to suddenly strike us with the lightning bolt of success instantaneously.

Years went by, and the right time never seemed to materialize. Instead, I found myself drowning in a sea of excuses. It was never the right…