I have been given the power to seek what uplifts me but not forced to carry its weight, we are not born tethered to ideals nor are we fated to pursue what is noble by default I have been given the power to seek what uplifts me but not forced to carry its weight, but somewhere between instinct and awareness we are offered the chance to decide who we become I have been given the power to seek what uplifts me but not forced to carry its weight, like trees leaning towards the sun not by command but by silent yearning I have been given the power to seek what uplifts me but not forced to carry its weight, our better choices arise not from pressure but from an inner impulse to reach higher…
What I offer freely adds value to my life even when nothing returns to my hand, when a good act is carried out simply because it was required if often drains rather than fulfills What I offer freely adds value to my life even when nothing returns to my hand, but when it flows from inner clarity it becomes light and deeply satisfying to the soul What I offer freely adds value to my life even when nothing returns to my hand, to help another without needing acknowledgement is to witness wealth unfold inwardly What I offer freely adds value to my life even when nothing returns to my hand, and generosity gorn from sincerity is never diminished but only expanded in return…
Refusing to act may feel safe but it slowly hollows out the soul, the most painful silence is the one that knows it should have spoken but didn’t What I offer freely adds value to my life even when nothing returns to my hand, and those who consistently avoid confrontation with wrongness often wear that avoidance like a wound What I offer freely adds value to my life even when nothing returns to my hand, to look away is easy but over time that comfort corrodes the person we hoped to be What I offer freely adds value to my life even when nothing returns to my hand, regret takes root not only in what we do but more often in what we choose to ignore…
Every hidden decision becomes part of the architecture of my inner self, there will be no audience to cheer when I resist temptation behind closed doors Every hidden decision becomes part of the architecture of my inner self, no one to applaud the moment I delete the lie or return what wasn’t mine Every hidden decision becomes part of the architecture of my inner self, but I will know , I always know what I chose and what I turned away from Every hidden decision becomes part of the architecture of my inner self, the mirror doesn’t lie and neither does the stillness I face at the end of each day…
Watchwords: I am not forced to live a life guided by compassion nor required to act from depth Yet the invitation is always open the door always cracked if I’m brave enough to walk through There is beauty in recognizing that i don’t owe the world my best but I still want to give it And that desire when freely chosen is what transforms action into something sacred
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…”
