Here, in the world where time flows,
not everything happens at once.
The symphony has its movements,
its measures. It has its rhythms
and moods. Each thing unfolds
according to its nature. Coming
when it is meant to come; leaving
when it is meant to go. Trust that.
It may not always seem so, given
the limitations of our view. But
after sufficient seasons have passed,
your heart begins to know that
time has a way of doing things
in exactly the right order.