I remind myself I was already broken before I even left the shore of hopes, before I touched the boat I thought it would carry me towards my destination I remind myself the journey revealed sooner than I expected even knowing how fragile our unknown attachments are despite of knowing I remind myself what I lost wasn’t a curse but a clearing, stripping away what I swore I needed to be, and needed to continue but never did I see I remind myself the breaking was mercy in disguise, because it showed me what cannot be taken away from me despite of all the rejections that came along…
I confess I carried too much with me—those little trophies, those illusions, those comforts that whispered security even it shouted pain I confess I held them like anchors and called them blessings, even when they were only weights tied to my own fears that I don’t even recognize I had I confess I thought I’d collapse without them and became broken, yet here I am standing lighter, freer, more alive than before and more alive I confess the wreck I had before the sailing even began, it was the start of learning how to endure, how to be satisfied, how to keep believing in myself…
I believe we are meant to carry a reverse clause: to whisper inside, even if this breaks, even if this is lost, still I remain silent for the moment of loss I believe those who came before us weren’t speaking in riddles, but writing from storms that tore their lives apart, I think we were just being human I believe what feels like misfortune can turn its face and reveal itself as a hidden teacher to achieve what is for you, what makes you, YOU I believe no philosophy survives unless it’s tested in salt water and fire, in losses that really reshape our living, until we have the courage to do so…
So I choose to walk with open hands, holding lightly with what can always slip away, no kind of strong hold to what you wanted with what’s for you So I choose to trust not the boat or the shore, but the strength in me that floats no matter what kind of tide comes by, no matter when the waves come and go So I chose to see the wreck not as an ending, but as the world clearing a path I couldn’t have seen, accepting what is happening and being to what is coming So I choose to welcome the storm when it comes, knowing calm alone never made me brave but with all the waves of trials, tons and tons of rejections I came standing strong…
Watchwords • Broken before the shore • Loss is clearing away what’s for you • Reverse clause to courage • What survives is more than real • Storms carve the truest path ahead
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…”
