‘I don’t know, Merel… Es cuestión de tiempo.’
– ‘It’s a matter of time.’
We were just getting to know each other, but he used to say that every time I apologized for something I had done that wasn’t to his liking, indicating that time would tell whether or not that particular thing I did would turn out to be some *inherent flaw* of mine – something that would make it impossible for him to have a relationship with me.
I know now he said it to manipulate me, to have me walking on eggshells.
The phrase turned time into an enemy,
a time bomb that could explode unexpectedly,
me its intended target.
I liked it a lot more when he used the same phrase in a different context, when I was pondering the future, worrying about whether or not all of my big dreams and aspirations would one day come true.
‘Es cuestión de tiempo, Merel,’ he’d say – again. This time following it up with a
‘Todo llega.’
– ‘Everything arrives,’ or,
as ChatGPT explained it to me later:
‘”Everything comes in its time.” It conveys the idea of patience and trust in the natural timing of life, suggesting that what you are working towards or hoping for will eventually manifest, as long as you stay consistent and open to opportunities.’
In this view, time is a friend.
It will inevitably make whatever I put my mind to manifest exactly in the way it’s supposed to be.
Time as an ally to achieve great things with,
me its partner in crime.
Needless to say, the guy was toxic as fuck. But he knew some wise words about life, I’ll give him that. And I liked him a lot when he talked like that – like it was already decided for that I’d get what I want, with time. It’s a belief I share with him, but often find difficult to wholeheartedly put my faith in. So, even though the relationship never came to be (obviously), I did take that phrase from him,
repeating it to myself as often as I need to:
Todo llega, Merel.
Solo es cuestión de tiempo.
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