Time is like that quiet corner in a room—people think they see the light, but the shadows shift when you walk past. We mark it with clocks, but underneath, moments ripple like a pond, each one brushing the next in ways we miss. So while your schedule keeps the ripples in line, the hidden currents swirl on, humming a tune we can feel but rarely hear.

True, the clock marks the anchors we all know, but the tide—those quiet stretches between ticks—keeps the whole voyage moving. If you keep the helm steady, the hidden waves will carry you where they’ll go, even if you can’t see them coming.