The Signs Of The Time: Can You See Them?

Keep your energy high at all times. Everything that can ever happen to you has already happened to someone else. You will not be unique in that regard. But you can be that peculiar case where everything goes wrong and still maintain your ground.

Allow this world to pass you without trying to grab anything to maintain a semblance of control. We assume that if we take and hold something we have slowed down time.

Everything you chase is already decaying in your hand Ecclesiastes called it hevel, vapor, smoke that looks solid until the wind shifts.

Thus defeating a few minutes of regret of not having whatever that is in our possession. You are living on borrowed time. Not ownership of that time.

And the Lender never sends gentle reminders He repossesses without warning, no grace period, no refinancing plan, just a midnight knock that echoes like the thief in the night Jesus warned about in Matthew 24.

Even Thanos, mad titan or not, snapped half the universe away to enforce balance, teaching the hardest lesson: attachment is the root of suffering, straight out of the Buddha’s playbook.

You strut through days clutching titles, followers, bodies, bank balances, thinking if you grip tighter you can negotiate an extension.

But the cosmic repo man laughs because the contract was signed before you drew first breath: “Naked I came, naked I go,” Job reminded us while the world was still young.

The only thing that survives is the quality of your being, the integrity of your presence, the love you gave without invoice.
But most men die bargaining for one more like, one more deal, one more night of pretending they’re in control.

Like Kevin Samuels used to say with that razor wit: “You’re high-value in your own mind, but the market disagrees.”
The ultimate market death never lies. It strips the filters, the flexes, the facades, and leaves you naked before the eternal.

So let the world pass without clutching. Let lovers leave, let money fluctuate, let reputations burn because none of it was ever yours to keep. The Stoics called it amor fati love of fate.

Nietzsche called it becoming who you are. Jesus called it losing your life to find it. Rumi spun it poetic: “Outside the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”

I would say take your time but that would be an inside joke at this point right?

Surrender

Integrate

Transcend

Embody

Radiate

Liberate

Evolve

~You only have you to lose. Time will always find someone else to do what you refused to confront.

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