![17730670856983175464130397883343.jpg](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/tikatarot/23wCBzVD39djs7wkKxVfypL7auQuA4MmBhLmDxAbctv9zcALozhTg1GfVfQoFuQyJkRKx.jpg) ![topfeather.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/tikatarot/jVIY8Tx5-top-feather.png) I let distance teach me, I notice how time changes the meaning of every moment, and it’s humbling to see that what felt unbearable yesterday can feel small and easy today, I let distance teach me, I admit my first interpretation is often harsh or overloaded, like my mind prefers danger because danger makes me feel alive and dreaming, I let distance teach me, I confess I’ve treated my feelings like facts, then suffered twice, once from the event and once from the story I built around it, I let distance teach me, can I sit with what happened long enough to let it settle into something true instead of immediately reaching for the interpretation that hurts the most, I let distance teach me, I breathe and let the meaning arrive later when it’s ready… I question what I never saw, I notice how my body braces for impact against things that exist only in the part of me that has never learned to distinguish between what is coming and what I am simply afraid, I question what I never saw, I admit I’ve replayed messages I didn’t need to reread, and each replay felt like volunteering for a new kind of bruise, I question what I never saw, I confess sometimes the harm only becomes real because I keep touching it, naming it, feeding it, giving it a place in my day, I question what I never saw. Do I want to keep carrying something I have already decided I am tired of holding — or is the carrying itself the habit I have not yet found the courage to put down, I question what I never saw. I close the tab in my mind and return to the only moment that was ever real — this one, Now… I take back my steadiness, I notice how quickly I surrender my mood to other people’s tone, and it scares me how easy it is to be led by their own sentence, I take back my steadiness, I realize self-control is not coldness, it is respect for the life I must continue living once the noise passes, I take back my steadiness, I confess I don’t want to reshape myself just to fit someone else’s expectations, because every time I do I drift further from the person I’m trying to become, I take back my steadiness, can I hold my calm ground even when the moment tries to provoke a louder version of me, I take back my steadiness, I choose the slower response and keep my own found self respect and dignity… I choose fewer desires, I see how my mind and heart grow crowded when I try to hold too many wants at the same time, and that crowding makes me restless and unsteady, I choose fewer desires, I admit even the best wishes can turn into chains when I cling to them, tying my calm to what the world may or may not give, I choose fewer desires, I confess I’m learning to want without gripping, to hope without begging, to plan without sacrificing what’s mine right now, I choose fewer desires, am I willing to let urgency soften and allow a quieter freedom to grow in its place, where my days are no longer pulled in every direction all at once, I choose fewer desires, I keep my hands open and stay present, letting this quiet restraint become my freedom… Watchwords My first interpretation is often harsh, Each replay felt like volunteering bruises, I take back my steadiness today, Do I want to keep carrying this, I keep my hands open and stay, ![bottomfeather.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/tikatarot/bYIitQga-bottom-feather.png) *** 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…”* ![tikatarot sign.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/tikatarot/cUPh7Abd-tikatarot20sign.png)

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