I have been too absorbed in the impact of my life disasters that I have forgotten to notice relief workers around me who take their time healing me. These people don’t announce their arrivals as well. They just want me to see the end result: My shelter home. Safe and sound.

They have always been there. They just stand out when you least expect them to. I just needed to use the right method to discover them: Patience.

Fucking virtue. I hope that I now fully understand that time will always be an unreasonable influence.

Today, I recieved a significant confession that was a year late.

My intuition tells me that it’s not too late.

Time will tell. If only it doesn’t take such a bloody long time to make up its mind.