There are things we keep tucked away, waiting for the right moment. A bottle of perfume only used on rare nights. A set of dishes meant for guests who never arrive. A favorite outfit hanging untouched, saved for an occasion that never quite comes. We do this not just with objects, but with experiences. We hold back joy, telling ourselves we will take the trip one day. That we will celebrate when we have achieved enough. That we will allow ourselves rest when we have earned it. We wait for milestones, for permission, for some unspoken rule that tells us it is finally time. But what if today is reason enough? What if the special occasion we are waiting for is simply being alive? The perfume will not lose its value if worn on an ordinary afternoon. The beautiful things we own are no less beautiful if used without ceremony. Joy does not need to be reserved for a perfect future, it is meant to be lived now, in the imperfect, unscripted, fleeting moments of today. Because if we keep waiting for the right time, we may find that by the time it arrives, we have forgotten how to enjoy the very things we once saved.