You have been waiting for a signal.

Not a loud one. Some quiet sign that says: now you may begin. You thought it would come from the outside — a place reached, a thing finished, a date crossed off.

But the waiting itself is the signal. It is showing you something. It is showing you that you have already decided: this moment is not enough.

Who decided that?

Look again. The signal is not missing. You are looking past it because you are looking for a future one.

The one you want has always been here. You just refused to call it by that name.