Time is a companion

Mornings are my lifelines. Through this lifeline, I feel like connecting. I feel like sharing.

My mornings begin a little late. I have seldom seen the rising sun. Yet whenever I wake, I feel a new day waiting for me. It tells me that time is a companion, not a clock.

A clock divides life into units and expects each unit to justify itself.

When time is a companion, it walks beside me. It understands pauses. It allows detours and moments of stillness.

In my morning hours, time waits. Ideas are not chased.

Time allows learning to ripen.

In the morning hours, time

simply says, you are here now. And that is enough.