They want answers. Your dasha says “maybe later.”

They want answers. You feel the pause. Something in you hesitates. Not from fear—but knowing. The timing isn’t now. Your dasha moves like tides. Slow, quiet, unseen. While they demand clarity, you listen inward. You don’t rush your soul. You wait for it to speak.

Life doesn’t follow their rules. Not for you. Things start late. Or break before they begin. You plan, but the road curves. You try to move forward, and the door stays shut. You try again, and still—nothing. It’s not failure. It’s rhythm. Some lives are built in silence first.

You’ve learned to stop forcing it. Action used to feel right. Now it feels loud. You know when to wait. When to breathe instead. You watch others pass you by. Talking, deciding, rushing. You wonder if you’re behind. But deep down, you know better. Your time comes differently.

They don’t understand stillness. They mistake it for confusion. Or weakness. But you’re not lost. You’re listening. The future whispers, not shouts. It arrives in quiet waves. You don’t chase it. You let it come. That’s not giving up—it’s trust. In timing. In unseen movement.

There are no easy signs. No clear green lights. Just feelings. Nudges. Sudden knowing. You follow that. Even when it makes no sense. Even when you can’t explain it. You’ve let go of needing to prove your path. What’s yours won’t rush. What isn’t will fall away.

You’ve watched people come close, then leave. Opportunities open, then vanish. It hurts. But you stop holding on so tightly. If something’s meant, it waits. If not, it teaches. That’s how you live now. Loosely. Honestly. Letting life unfold. Even in its silence.

You ache sometimes. For a sign. For a yes. For something solid. But instead, you get space. A slow unfolding. You’re learning to live without answers. To hold the question gently. To trust that your moment will find you.

They ask again, expecting more. You smile. You give them maybe. That’s all you have. That’s all you need. Your story isn’t late. It’s forming. Quietly. Softly. With every breath you take in the dark.