My grandmother taught me that everything has its season, and rushing a seed will not make it grow faster - it will only disturb the soil.

I watch the world racing now. Everyone wants everything immediately. Success today, recognition tomorrow, happiness delivered like a package to the door. But what I learned from the land and from my faith is that good things require time. Deep roots need years to establish. Strong timber grows slowly. The most nourishing food comes from soil that has been prepared through many seasons.

When I was younger, I wanted to leave. I thought the village was too slow, too simple, too far from where real life happened. But after years in the city for my studies, I understood something profound. The rushing does not bring peace. The noise does not bring clarity. The speed does not bring depth. In my prayers, I thank God for teaching me through the simplest things. A seed. A season. A sunrise that comes only when it is ready. How different would we all be if we trusted in the timing of things rather than fighting against it?