.Beautiful Disaster.

All these years i still stand by the mantra
That there's a time and season for everything

A time to get serious, a time to be laidback
A time to be insistent and firm,
Yet a time to bask in the wilful abandance of things

There's a season for love, it cannot be rushed
there's a season for familiarity to grow

I dislike it when people nudge me out of my comfortable pace of things
and try to rush me,
They give my personality and emotions a deadline
And define my time according to their own terms

I'm not much of a rusher,
Never will be.