Timing

I have never been fond of phrases like “It was meant to unfold this way” or “It was simply a rite of passage.”

And yet there are moments when I genuinely feel that the timing was right.

What is timing, really?

Perhaps it is nothing more than a comparison to something that never actually happened.

If so, saying “the timing was good” may not describe the event itself but rather my own posture toward it.

There is no need to verify it. Answers, if they exist, arrive much later.

And perhaps they do not need to arrive at all.