Time passed isn’t time lost. It’s love practised.
I love this idea of looking at the past as a time of practice. If we think about it, that’s essentially what life is. Each day is practice for the future. Each moment that passes is an opportunity to love more deeply.
I often see wasted time when I look back, and my internal dialogue isn’t kind. I sometimes feel like I’m behind, that I’ve squandered valuable moments.
But I want to shift out of that thinking and start telling myself a different story.
I haven’t been wasting time—I’ve been practising this whole time. Every day builds on what was established the day before, creating a continuous path of growth rather than a series of missed opportunities.
Perhaps the moments we judge most harshly were exactly the practice we needed—teaching us patience, resilience, or a deeper understanding of our needs.
Maybe nothing was wasted at all.
In this light, today isn’t separate from yesterday but connected to it—all part of the same ongoing practice of becoming more fully ourselves.
