Temporal Letter #3: Time Tells

With this letter I close the first cycle of these temporal correspondences. Three letters: one from the future, one from the present, and one from time itself. They were never meant to explain time, but to restore relationship with it. From now here, the work shifts. Less talking about these ideas. More practicing how to live them together, in real bodies, real decisions, real rhythms.

If you want to join me, I meet you soon.

(3) A Letter from Time

(Not sent. Arriving.)

"Gust,

I am not late. I am not early. I am not moving faster because you are anxious, nor slower because you are tired. I am doing what I have always done: becoming through you. You keep asking where you should stand. You keep listening for signals, thresholds, permissions. Let me be clear in a way that language rarely is: you are not meant to keep up with me. You are meant to keep me company, my dear.

I have watched you try to hold me responsibly, ethically, carefully, as if I were something fragile that could be broken by the wrong decision. I have watched you slow yourself down out of care, and speed yourself up out of fear. Both were forms of love. Neither were necessary.

I am not asking you to manage me, you know. I am asking you to feel me again. When your chest tightens, that is something other than urgency... I would say it is resistance to a rhythm that is no longer yours. And when your body softens without explanation, that is not rest or laziness... it is recognition. When words fail you mid-sentence, and believe this is confusion... actually, this is me asking you to stop translating and start inhabiting.

Yes, you have learned to read me in systems, in histories, in cosmologies. Now I am teaching you something simpler and harder: I move at the speed of trust. (Not productivity, not relevance, not impact.) Yes. Trust. Trust that some cycles close without ceremony. Trust that some seeds sprout underground long after attention moves on. Trust that what leaves your life is not always loss... sometimes it is just timing completing itself.

So, my dear, you do not need to prepare the future. The future already knows how to find you when you are ready to be found. Stop trying to stay open everywhere. Stay open somewhere... fully. That is enough for me to pass through. While you do that, know I will not punish you for resting. I will not reward you for exhaustion. I do not keep a score the way your institutions taught you to. I remember you by presence, never by output.

So walk. Touch what is near. Finish fewer things. Arrive more often.

I am not running out. I am waiting. No need for you to hurry, but...

I am waiting for you to arrive inside yourself again.

Always with you,

Time

For reading them all, here is a temporal gift (I recommend you to translate the lyrics in case you don't speak Portuguese yet).

P.S.: Thank you @Dra.ElidaLima – Tarot Expert, PhD and Master in Clinical Psychology and Subjectivity at USP-SP in Brazil, and contemporary time traveler I recommend to everyone – for that opening session years ago you were singing this song.

We'll only get there with time. ;)