Que Sera, Sera

- Oshi

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦

Maybe that's the gentlest truth life has ever whispered.

We spend so much of ourselves trying to hold tomorrow before it even arrives. We rehearse conversations that haven't happened, grieve endings that don't exist yet, and lose sleep over pages that haven't been written. As if worrying could soften the fall. As if certainty was ever ours to keep.

But life has always had a language of its own.

The flowers do not bloom because they are told to. The rain does not ask permission before it falls. The sun has never once forgotten the sky it belongs to. Everything arrives when it is meant to, and perhaps we are no different.

Maybe the love meant for you is still learning your name. Maybe the dream you're chasing is waiting for the version of you who knows how to carry it. Maybe every delay is not a punishment, but a quiet act of mercy.

There is peace in realizing that not everything is asking to be controlled. Some things only ask to be trusted.

So loosen your grip. Let time do what only time can. Keep becoming without demanding to know who you'll be tomorrow.

After all, the story has never been about knowing the ending.

It has always been about having the courage to turn the page.

𝐐𝐮é 𝐬𝐞𝐫á, 𝐬𝐞𝐫á.

Whatever will be, will be.