You think you have time. But you don’t know when this body will fall away.
And yet we act like there will always be a better moment... to finally return to ourselves.
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A friend of mine died this week. We worked together over a decade ago — back when urgency meant timelines, targets, tech launches.
He was part of a transformation we delivered together. Smart. Kind. Quietly capable.
He found his way back into my life last year through something I’d written. He reached out with a quiet thank you. To inspire and encourage.
We had plans. Now we don’t.
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I keep thinking about how normal everything felt. The messages. The laughter. The silence between them. Even the pain of passing... quietly tucked behind the rhythm of responsibility.
This one's for you, my friend. We don't get to choose the timing. But, we can choose how fully we show up before it moves. Thank you for being and sharing your eternal presence with us.
That’s the illusion. We think we’ll know when time is running out. We think we’ll feel it. We don’t.
The light moves. The body drops. You remain, witness to its reflection.
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Time is the one thing we control least. Not our money. Not our minds. Not even our breath.
And yet, we’re the ones who give it meaning. Through our attention. And that changes everything.
We act like there’s more coming. More clarity. More courage. More space to become who we truly are.
Later. When things settle. When the timing is right.
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But what if this is it?
Not the end — just the edge.
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You already know what you’ve been avoiding. The part of you still waiting. The boundary you haven’t set. The decision you keep postponing. The conversation you know will change everything. The path you circle — as if another lap will finally bring you home.
You don’t need more time. You need to be done waiting.
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This isn’t fear.
It’s clarity.
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Don’t bury the truth beneath the story of your potential. You’ve already spent enough years pretending this version of you was just a temporary phase.
It wasn’t. It was real. And it’s enough.
The tail you’re chasing is still attached to the self you keep running from.
So stop. Not in defeat. In recognition.
Because the truth doesn’t need more time... it needs your attention.
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Pause and reflect:
Where are you still postponing — not because you’re unsure, but because naming it would mean acting on it?
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Try this:
Don’t change everything. Let it all be, as it is. Just stop pretending there will be a better time than now to finally tell yourself the truth.
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Before the body falls away. Before the next loop begins. Before the illusion of “later” takes over again.
Let this be the moment you return... not to a better version, but to the perfect one who never left.
With you in peace,
Zaheer
P.S. I wrote this letter to remind myself too. This isn’t urgency as panic. It’s truth, as permission. And time, as the rarest grace we waste. P.P.S. If you missed my letter from last week, read it here: You're not behind... You're listening.
