We act as if life sends out warnings.
As if death shows up politely, knocks on the door, and asks:
“Is now a good time?”
It doesn’t.
Death isn’t waiting for your to-do list to clear or your inbox to hit zero.
It doesn’t care if you’ve reached your goals or finally feel “ready.”
That’s the twist, isn’t it?
We think we’re the ones managing time.
But time has been managing us from the start.
We delay the things that matter most.
We hold our love hostage.
We keep our dreams locked up for some magical future when the stars align.
Meanwhile, life slips through our fingers —
Not with a bang.
But with a shrug.
What if, instead, we stopped waiting for permission?
Permission to forgive.
Permission to take risks.
Permission to start again — not because we’re running out of time,
But because this is the time.
Death doesn’t ask.
So why are you waiting for someone to say it’s okay to live boldly?
There’s a secret here:
Those who wait die twice.
First when they say “no” to their own life.
And again when the clock runs out.
But those who live?
They never wait.
They write the book.
They love fiercely.
They take the leap.
Because they’ve already made peace with the twist.
Life is the question.
Death is the answer.
And the only real regret is waiting too long to start.