Time

Time is like the village fire —
it reveals every face that sits around it.
Those who wear masks cannot hide forever.
Those who come only to eat will leave when the pot is empty.
But the loyal remain.
They sit with you when the wind is cold and the road is long.
Do not chase people.
Do not hurry relationships like unripe fruit.
Let time ripen truth.
For in life it is not the noise that shows love,
but the footsteps that stay.
Not the promises,
but the presence.
Time will always reveal where you stand.