Life unfolds at its own pace, indifferent to the timelines society imposes. The anxiety that you’re running late, that some window has closed, is a fiction we inherit from a culture obsessed with milestones and metrics. But existence doesn’t operate on a schedule.

Some things arrive early, others take decades, and many come in forms we never anticipated. There is no rulebook dictating when your life truly begins. The pressure to conform to an imagined timeline is just that: imagined. You are exactly where you need to be. Life is still unfolding.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​