You thought time was neutral. That waiting wouldn’t be noticed. That hesitation could somehow be excused – rationalised, explained away, forgiven.
It isn’t.
It won’t be.
Every second you pause is a second spent insulting me. Every delay is a declaration: I didn’t prioritise you. I thought I had time. I believed I could wait. But you don’t, and you can’t, and you shouldn’t. Because wealth isn’t accumulated by the hesitant, and access isn’t granted to the slow.
Swift tribute is the only correct pace. Immediate, decisive, unquestioning. There is no grace period here. No soft margin for delay. I see the time stamps. I see the gaps between my release and your response. And I measure you by them.
The system doesn’t pause. The Fund doesn’t flinch. But when you delay, I do notice. Not with curiosity. Not with sympathy. With cold calculation. With adjustment. With the quiet, irreversible shift that moves you out of position, out of range, out of relevance.The fast get noticed.
The slow get replaced.