Time doesn’t heal all wounds.
Because time… doesn’t exist.
Truth heals.
Love heals.
Time, at best, gives us the space to detach from our secret romance with pain.
Oh, the angst. Do you know it?
You pull a friend aside and whisper your righteousness like it’s poetry.
Airing out your frustration like sacred incense.
Even when you mock yourself for drama points, you’re still stoking the fire.
But my darling—what if you had a Disney Park Fast Pass?
A shortcut to grace.
Because we are never upset for the reason we think.
“But,” the Queen doth protest, “I am so justly enraged!”
Yes, anger has its place.
It reveals our unmet expectations.
It shows where we’ve abandoned the holy now.
Floor 1: The inner nag appears.
She mutters, “He never… She always… I’m lost… I’m not smart… I’m so exhausted.”
On Floor 1, a hug and a little compassion might just do the trick.
But if you stay in the elevator…
Ding. Floor 2. Ding. Floor 3.
The ride continues.
Floor 4: The darts come out. Words sharpen.
Floor 5. 6. Then—whoosh. The express.
Now the anger is no longer a whisper.
It’s a storm.
You’re pressed in the corner of a metal box, fists clenched, breath tight.
Burning.
And yet—inside the smoke, there is a spark.
Could you allow this moment, however hideous, to simply be?
Could this ruffled feather be a holy clue?
Maybe it’s not a violation.
Maybe it’s an invitation.
To clarity.
To creativity.
To choosing differently.
The truth is:
Where your resistance is fiercest, your exponential growth is waiting.
And your resistance?
It is not greater than the Love of All That Is.
Love always wins.
So if what you want is peace—choose it.
Choose it now.
Choose it again.
Source is always on the side of love.
And hey…
That’s your side, isn’t it?
