I don’t know if there is ever a right time to say something. I’ve found that if I wait, hold something back I wished to give, the right time becomes past and words I wished to speak remain unsaid. When sharing, I’ve found words and acts offered unexpected, or unwanted, most often come out of place. Rarely have I said something at the right time, but how do you ever know when it is?
Maybe others have better awareness than I, but I’ve learned too in my errors. I’ve learned that, even if time is wrong—once shared—the words and sentiments I wished known are so. Maybe time wasn’t right. Maybe time never will be, but I no longer have to wonder, wait, and search for the moment when it is. It is said. It is shown, and if something should change to make the condition of time change, it is there.
I believe matters of the heart are much less dependent on time, and far more a condition of our own willingness to be open—to offer depth from ourselves without promise of acceptance. I believe too, what we call time in reference to conditions of the heart, in truth, speak to our own openness for receiving that which we do not expect. Call it time if we want, but it is really something else. It is a state of spirit: unfixed to condition, time, or any other measure.
Time changes when we do. When our souls are right, so becomes time.