What opposes me can be shaped into what equips me, I step onto a road that seems stitched from refusals and delays asking me to meet it with craft rather than complaint What opposes me can be shaped into what equips me, because the world does not soften for my comfort as it waits for my decision and in the waiting I learn to choose tools What opposes me can be shaped into what equips me, to choose timing, to choose attitude, turning friction into guidance and burden into training of sustaining my efforts What opposes me can be shaped into what equips me, so I breathe in the grit and breathe. Out a plan letting lessons about leverage, momentum and the quiet courage…
The pushback I face is the power I can harness, when the wind comes hard against my chest and pushes my steps backwards as I feel a surge of irritation first and cautious curiosity The pushback I face is the power I can harness, I angle my body not to flee the gusts but to catch them using the same pressure that once stalled me as the pressure of weight and direction The pushback I face is the power I can harness, because momentum is a conversation and event he headwind has voice I can learn to translate into lift if I keep my focus firm The pushback I face is the power I can harness, my stance teaches delicate adjustments until my heart can say without flinching that refuses every key I own to call it fate…
Resistance becomes the blueprint of my next move, the first plan fails loudly and the second plan fails quietly and I feel the heat of every embarrassment yes I notice each silver lining Resistance becomes the blueprint of my next move, misfires like a sketch strengthen by erasure as I gather the fragments and not to worship my mistakes as I separate signal from noise Resistance becomes the blueprint of my next move, as I extract every principles I could not have learned from easy wins or those friendly terrain beyond every possibilities Resistance becomes the blueprint of my next move, because the craft of living grows in the crucible when expectations burn off and only the tested habits remain in you…
Setbacks feed the fire that forges my resolve, when the night arrives uninvited and cover everything familiar I do not deny the fear but to refuse to crown it as I let my eyes adapt Setbacks feed the fire that forges my resolve, and to let my hearing sharpen, to read by the quiet light of attention beyond those noticeable distractions Setbacks feed the fire that forges my resolve, I come to understand that darkness is not an enemy nut a contrasting filed where subtle patterns glow and where small kindness are visible Setbacks feed the fire that forges my resolve, where my senses learn new ranges of perception as I trace the constellations of my small steps, steady breathing, and careful questions…
Watchwords: Using them like stars to orient my course across the heavy sky Delay sketches the hours like a slow river and the urge to practice stillness I notice that a waiting room can transform into a workshop of questions The calendar stops feeling like a jail and starts acting like a studio
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…”
