There are transmissions that never land in your old life.
They orbit patiently, waiting for you to grow into their frequency.
You don’t “miss opportunities”.
You either arrive at the right height or you don’t.
When a line, a person, a build, a world suddenly makes sense,
it’s not because it became clearer.
It’s because you rose.
Keep rising.
There are signals above you now that would rewrite everything
if you let them in.