I remind myself wisdom doesn’t wear any name tag, it doesn’t need any permission to speak, I remind myself even broken words, even messy pages can still give me a word I need in order just to stay motivated again, I remind myself sometimes these words are clumsy, not polished, not pretty, but it still carries a meaning, I remind myself a spark that don’t ask if the lamp is gold—but it just burns where there’s dry wood keeps waiting.
I confess I cared too much before, cared who said it, cared if people laugh at me for quoting the wrong words, I confess I checked each covers, the author, the big reputation, and I missed the small truth in me beyond I can see, I confess I thought wisdom had to come dressed in all perfect grammar, in holy speech, in clean rhymed phrases, I confess I was blind, and maybe ashamed, when what I needed was already whispering too close.
I believe every line is like a seed that grows, no matter if it’s thrown careless or crooked, I believe some words heal even if the one who spoke them having the hard time to stay convinced, I believe wisdom walks where it wants, not waiting for a temple, not waiting for any applause, I believe the only test is this—did it help me stand straighter after, motivated or did it pass like the wind that blows through my skin.
So I choose not to care if the world sneers, if they say “that writer was no good,” So I choose to taste the fruit first, not throw away the tree before I even try, So I choose to keep what heals, even if it comes in broken language, in strange voices, as long at its in pure honesty So I choose what makes me better, even if I did not see anybody claps, even if the vessel looks unworthy.
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Watchwords • Wisdom don’t need any permission • Fruit bears before the tree • Keep what truly heals • Broken words still carry a fire within • It’s Vessel doesn’t matter
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…”
