Maybe Delays Aren’t Delays

That morning started like any other, my regular breakfast, my usual route, the same turn toward the highway I’ve taken countless times before. But instead of slipping easily into traffic, I found myself stuck. Cars weren’t moving. Minutes passed. Ten, fifteen, twenty, and I was still circling within my own neighborhood. On a normal day, twenty minutes would already have carried me to my office.

The urgency of life didn’t stop for traffic, of course. My bladder reminded me I needed a washroom, my mind reminded me all the things I got to get done today, but strangely, I didn’t feel frustration. Instead, I remembered something I’d read long ago, something that has stayed with me ever since, Everything is happening for you, not to you”.

After September 11, 2001, a short piece was published in the news. It listed the countless small, ordinary delays that saved people’s lives that day. The CEO who survived because he had to drop his child at preschool, the woman whose alarm didn’t go off, the man stuck in traffic, the one who spilled coffee and had to change, and the man whose new shoes gave him blisters, forcing him to stop at pharmacy for a bandage, and in turn, sparing his life.

Those words echo in me whenever life puts me on pause. What if the delay is protection? What if the inconvenient is divine timing? Eventually, I made it on the highway and decided to pull into a petrol station for a quick toilet break. When I walked out of the washroom, something caught my eye on the floor. At first, I thought it was just rubbish someone had tossed aside, but when I picked it up, it was a crumpled RM 10 note. I smiled. It felt small, yet significant, like the universe whispering to me, “See, even in delays, I have something for you”.

And that’s the thing, sometimes the universe speaks in quiet ways, through little detours and unexpected gifts. These moments remind me that energy is always moving around us, guiding us, surprising us. Not everything needs to be big or loud to be meaningful, even a crumpled note on the floor can feel like love from the universe. A reminder that I’m seen, I’m guided and I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.