My Time?

Written by Haven Duddy

Time.

Everyone talks about it like it's a line,

but I think it's a circle wearing a disguise.

I don't think we're moving forward through time at all.

I think we're walking backward - face forward -

through everything we've already created.

We just don't remember building it.

Every day is a rerun from a script you wrote while you weren't looking.

Every choice you make now rewrites a page in your past.

And that's the illusion:

you think you're chasing the future,

but you're actually rearranging your history

to line up with who you're becoming.

It's weird, right?

The board is already built,

but we're the ones placing the pieces - pretending we don't know the end,

pretending we're surprised.

That's why deja vu feels like the truth.

It's the echo of a choice you haven't made yet.

The interesting thing is that your choices today

do change your past -

not in the facts, but in the meaning.

You alter the story by how you tell it.

You turn pain into purpose,

mistakes into teachers,

endings into open doors.

Time lets you do that -

or maybe you let time do that.

Maybe it's not passing us by at all.

Maybe it's following us home,

trying to catch up the version of us

that finally understands what it all meant.

So if the past feels heavy,

remember:

you're still rearranging it.

You're still walking through it,

making sense of it,

writing it new with every breath.

And when it all loops back - because it always does

Maybe you'll recognize the path this time.

Maybe you'll laugh and say,

"Oh, that's right. I've been here before"

And you'll smile,

because this time,

you'll know where you are:

exactly where you're supposed to be.

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