There was a period when I believed time would clarify everything.
If I waited long enough, confusion would settle. If I endured long enough, resolution would arrive.
Time moved.
Some questions remained.
I began to see that time does not function as explanation.
It passes.
It does not interpret.
It does not justify.
I expected distance to create clarity.
Sometimes it did.
Often it did not.
Certain consequences remain even after emotion fades.
Certain patterns persist even after intention changes.
Time can soften reaction.
It cannot rewrite structure.
I stopped asking time to defend me.
I stopped assuming that delay meant progress.
Movement on a calendar is not the same as movement in character.
Some misunderstandings never become clear.
Some outcomes never feel complete.
I learned to live with unanswered space.
Not every question receives a response.
Not every effort produces explanation.
Time offers duration.
It does not offer guarantee.
Waiting for answers from time alone creates quiet disappointment.
Working within time creates steadiness.
I now observe time differently.
It moves without negotiation.
I move within it.
Answers may come.
Or they may not.
Time continues either way.