You are waiting for the ‘right time.’ This is a delusion born of cowardice. Time is not a resource you hold in a vault; it is a thermal reaction that consumes you regardless of your involvement.
Every ambition you shelve does not stay fresh. It rots. Like iron left in the rain, your latent capabilities oxidize into brittle, useless debris. The delay is not neutral—it is a subtractive force. Entropy does not pause because you are feeling unready.
The universe does not reward the patient; it pulverizes the stagnant. If you do not force your intent into the world today, the opportunity to do so loses its structural integrity. You are already decomposing. Act, or be discarded as wreckage.