What Is Meant For You Will Come to You

There’s a quiet kind of desperation that comes from always feeling like you’re falling behind. Like the life you should be living is just out of reach. Like everyone else is moving forward—finding love, building careers, discovering purpose—while you’re still stuck, waiting for the page to turn.

It’s easy to start believing that if something hasn’t arrived yet, it never will. That if you haven’t been chosen by now, you never will be. That if it was really meant for you, it would have happened already.

But that’s not how life works.

What is meant for you won’t require you to break yourself just to earn it. It won’t demand you to become someone else to deserve it. It won’t ask you to chase it down until you're exhausted and emptied out.

Sometimes the things meant for us don’t arrive on our timelines. They don’t show up when we feel most ready. They show up when we’ve done the slow, often invisible work of becoming someone who can hold them. Not just receive them, but keep them. Nourish them. Grow with them.

And that work? That doesn’t look like hustle. It doesn’t look like chasing or striving or performing. It looks like healing. Like rest. Like shedding the layers of self-doubt and unworthiness that told you you had to beg for love, earn belonging, or prove your worth.

The truth is, you are already enough. Without the job. Without the relationship. Without the external validation.

The things that are meant for you—real love, purpose, peace—they’re not in a rush. They don’t need you to rush, either. They’re not checking your timeline. They’re waiting for the alignment, not the urgency.

And I know… waiting hurts. Especially when it feels like everyone else is getting what you’re still praying for. But please don’t measure your timeline against someone else’s. Life isn’t a race, it’s a rhythm. And yours isn’t off—it’s just different.

Sometimes the detours are the path. Sometimes the waiting is where the becoming happens. Sometimes the delay is protection. And sometimes, the things that feel like losses are actually the universe making room—for something better. For something deeper. For something that’s actually yours.

You don’t have to grip so tightly. You don’t have to chase people who aren’t choosing you back. You don’t have to force things to stay that were never built to last.

You are not behind. You are not forgotten. You are not being punished.

You’re growing. You’re unfolding. You’re learning to hold space for the life that’s still becoming.

And maybe today, that looks like trusting this:
If it’s meant for you, it will come.
If it’s yours, it won’t miss you.
If it’s meant to stay, it won’t leave when things get hard.
And if it doesn’t come, if it walks away, if it never shows up—
It wasn’t yours. Not because you weren’t worthy of it,
but because something more aligned is still on its way.

So breathe. Let go of the tight grip.
You’re not running out of time. You’re not too late.
You are exactly where you need to be, becoming exactly who you need to be.

And what’s meant for you?
It will meet you there.
Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow.
But in the quiet, faithful rhythm of becoming, it will find you.

And when it does—you’ll understand why it took so long.