Like, the ending to a book. You can know the ending to a book before you've actually finished it without it ending the book, but you have to find out at the right time. If you find out on the first page it's like... why even bother? And if you find out after you've already read it, then it doesn't matter because you've already read it
sometimes you want to say something to someone, but the timing just isn't right. And timing is such an easy thing to get wrong. So easy.
Kind of like that quote I posted earlier, about the window in which any two people can be together, and then after that window has passed - it's gone.
Maybe there isn't a right time- maybe we live in a constant state of the wrong time.
"When someone is built up, and we believe it, we will not admit defeat and we will not admit we're wrong, even when we're waiting for a call that everyone else knows will never come"
That doesn't necessarily have anything to do with timing, but in a way the two things are kind of related. Sometimes we'll pretend the timing is right, even when it's clearly not. And when we get the timing wrong, we'll pretend like we didn't.
"Not everything is suppose to come true,
Some words are best unsaid,
some love is not really love at all"
Somehow I got stains on my shirt
it's pretty upsetting
totally throws off my contemplative mood.
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