You’ve heard the saying, “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.” It’s one of those bits of wisdom we tend to brush off — until life reminds us why it stuck around. In today’s fast-paced world, we often rush to experience results and define success by what we can measure. But that endearing phrase is a gentle nudge to slow down.

Each unhatched egg holds more than just potential; it holds a promise. It's not a guarantee; but an invitation.

A quiet chance to nurture something without demanding immediate proof that everything will eventually work out. Yet we find ourselves penciling in outcomes and charting the end before the beginning has had its moment.

Some of the most meaningful things in life unfold on their own time. Love, growth, creativity and healing don’t thrive under pressure or deadlines: instead, they need space, patience and trust. The kind of care that doesn’t rush, but simply shows up repeatedly.

What if we stopped counting and started tending? What if we stopped chasing certainty and started honoring the mystery? Life is a garden, not a scorecard — messy, unpredictable and often slow to bloom.

Maybe the real measure of success isn’t in how many chickens you end up with.

Maybe it’s in how tenderly you hold the unknown, how willingly you trust the process and how bravely you believe in beginnings — even the uncertain ones.