I remind myself anything worth doing becomes heavier if I wait too long to see, I remind myself a lazy spirit can poison the task before I even begin, I remind myself that courage is not loud, sometimes it is just the small breath before each and every step, I remind myself promptness to patience is a gift I give myself—because the waiting of the undone is your real punishment.
I confess day in and day out that I have begged the universe to send me a reason to push and support my own dreams too, I confess I have sat on the edge of my bed every night, head and mind untied, telling myself “soon” until hours and years slipped away, I confess I have said yes because it was easier than saying no, but both my actions and my expectations betrayed me anyway, I confess I have carried the shame of postponing until the task grew only into just a mountain of hopeful dreams and I became a coward hiding in its dark shadows.
I believe there is a preserve ruin in being torn between two impulses, wanting to dream and wishing into having a dream I believe divided attention is not effort, it is erosion, a river spilling itself into cracks until it nothing reaches the sea of your own misery I believe the wise do not wait for a perfect mood or a perfect timing, they move even with shaky hands, unstable thoughts and broken dreams I believe no one is coming to rescue me from what is mine to carry alone—it is my duty, my weight, my own shaping dream.
I remind myself every “later” or “tomorrow” is a thief that steals on our dreams quietly, I remind myself courage begins in the first action, in the second and until the end not in just imagined speech, I remind myself I have wasted enough hours trying to feel ready, trying to feel perfect and trying to be all proper I remind myself the body must obey the mind, and the mind must not sulk in darkness of just thoughts and planning while the body works alone, I remind myself unity is strength: when thought and hand move together, the world finally gives us answers.
So I choose to stop bargaining with delay, stop pleasing everybody and imposing their responsibilities onto you So I choose to honor the task even if no one claps, and no one sees until you still choose to act on it So I choose to pour my whole being into the work—not half a heart, not half a hand, not even half a mind So I choose to move with promptness, because waiting has already cost me too much I lose count of So I choose courage, not because it is easy but because that alternative is decay of just excuses…
Watchwords: • Delay is a thief in disguise • Half-effort is wasted life • Promptness is mercy to listen • No one else will carry it but you alone • Courage before readiness is more than enough
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”
