Timing is an individual thing, a fine beat each person has to reality. Over and over we fall out of our rhythm, for we pretend to rule it.
To leave, isn’t to deny emotion.
To endure, isn’t to care more.
Timing, you see, is about fluidity and honesty. To dance to your own tune is a form of art.
Everything else, like getting company or losing it, is at the mercy of the skies above.