A Time, A Reason, and A Season

Some things are meant to last forever. But not everything.

That’s a truth I’ve had to sit with lately. Not just understand in my head, but actually sit with. Let it unravel me and let it teach me.

People, places, things, experiences... they all come into our lives for a time, a reason, or a season. And sometimes, you don’t realize which one it was until it’s gone. Until something shifts. And you’re standing there holding the pieces of what once felt permanent, asking yourself if you missed a sign, made a mistake, or held on too long.

It’s a unique kind of grief mourning what didn’t die, but simply faded. The friendships that grew silent. The jobs that no longer fit. The homes that stopped feeling like home. The lovers who felt like forever, until they didn’t.

And if you’re anything like me, you’ve probably tried to fix it. Patch it up. Hold it together. Rewrite the ending. There’s no shame in that. We’re human. We crave consistency and comfort. We want to believe that if we just love harder, pray harder, or wait longer maybe things can be what we dreamed of.

But some things are not meant to remain. They're meant to push us forward.

There’s a higher power working behind the scenes, moving us in ways we don’t always understand. And as much as endings hurt, they’re often the beginning of a new version of us wiser, stronger, more aligned.

Sometimes you don’t know you were in a season until it changes. You don’t understand the reason until it’s hindsight. You don’t value the time until it’s out of reach. But when you zoom out, you start to see the design. The lessons hidden in the heartbreak. The evolution that came through the loss. The divine redirection you didn’t ask for, but clearly needed.

That’s the real invitation: stop seeing endings as failures. Start seeing them as cycles closing. Stop gripping what was. Start opening your hands for what’s trying to come next.

Every connection, every experience, leaves behind something a little intel about who you are, what you value, what you’ll no longer tolerate. That’s gold. That’s what carries you forward. That’s what keeps you from repeating cycles and prepares you for something deeper.

So if you’re in the middle of something falling apart right now, take heart. Grieve it. Feel it. Be confused if you need to. But don’t mistake this ending as your undoing. But know this: you are not broken. You are being rebuilt. You are not behind. You are being rerouted. And you are not losing it’s just time for something new to bloom.

Some things are meant to last forever. Others were only ever meant to carry you to the next level of your purpose.

Either way, you’re still on time.