Fifteen years ago, I watched Inception. I admired it, but I did not understand it—not on the philosophical level, not on the depth psychology level, not even on the Christopher Nolan level.

It wasn’t time yet. Now, I see it. Not because the film changed, but because I changed. 

Understanding is not willed—it arrives when time makes way for it. How can I be angry with myself because I did not see so many things in life? 

I have stood before some of the greatest works of art, across continents, across movements, across time. But before I took to the study of art, philosophy—Eastern and Western—and psychology, I could not grasp their meaning. I was present, but I did not truly experience them.

There was just an emptiness, a superficial recognition. 

There was an innocence in that, something I can now look upon warmly. But at the time, there was also frustration. Ambition fueled that frustration. And in that ambition, I became harmful—to myself, to others. All I needed was to take the simple, direct path—to understand what I was experiencing.

But I took the long way. 

Or perhaps, I simply came to it in time. 

And so, I return to Faith and Patience. Faith, because everything unfolds as it must. Patience, because it takes time to see. 

How can I be angry with someone who does not yet see? Everything emerges when it must. 

No force. No struggle. 

Only time. 

Only grace. 

Only inevitability.