Midnight Note
Nothing Is Late in This Room
Rest outside the courtroom of deadlines; effort can return without accusation.
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Richard Nkwenti
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The clock can become cruel when every unfinished hope is placed beneath it. By night, the mind begins counting what should have happened by now: the answer, the healing, the recognition, the life once imagined.
For this hour, stop measuring. Your path is not improved by being compared with a calendar invented for someone else. There are seasons when progress looks like endurance and seasons when stillness prevents a costly mistake.
Let time be spacious tonight. What belongs to you will still require participation, but it need not require panic.
Sleep outside the courtroom of deadlines. Morning can return you to effort without returning you to accusation.