My soul easily surrenders first when I decide I’m done inside, even while my body keeps moving through the day, still breathing, still showing up, and still carrying the weight,
My soul easily surrenders when I let bitterness take the steering wheel, when I start telling myself “what’s the point,” when I begin quitting in my mind long before anything is actually over,
And my soul easily surrenders and makes me ask, have I been giving up internally while still pretending I’m fine externally, and just to survive another day,
But when my soul easily surrenders it tells me, I can keep my inner life alive even when my outer life feels heavy…
Life, when it turns rough, doesn’t ask permission, it comes with trouble stacked on trouble, returning in waves that feel unfair,
Life, when it turns rough, can include sickness, conflict, betrayal, responsibilities that don’t pause for pain, and a body that demands rest while life demands strength,
And life, when it turns rough makes me wonder, when pressure multiplies, do I become smaller and meaner, or do I become steadier and more devoted to what’s really right,
But life, when it turns rough can teach me, I can stay anchored even when circumstances try to shake my character loose…
There are moments that rearrange us without warning, when disappointment reveals its true power—not to destroy us, but to ask whether we will respond with integrity instead of impulse,
There are moments that rearrange us not because one person fails, but because of our own weakness, our hunger, and our fear on both sides, asking us to reckon with our own limits,
And there are moments that rearrange us that makes us wonder, when I’m wounded by other people’s choices, will I let it poison me into becoming someone I don’t respect,
But there are moments that rearrange us that teaches us, that we can choose integrity even when we’re hurt, even when the world feels unjust…
My body also weakens in real ways—like fatigue, illness, pain, limitation—and sometimes I feel embarrassed by that, like weakness means I’m also failing at life,
My body also weakens responsibilities still calling for my name, while work still waits, while people still need me, while my own mind still asks me to keep going,
And my body also weakens that also makes me wonder, if my body is struggling, can I still protect my inner strength instead of collapsing into self-pity and anger,
But when my body weakens it is telling me, I can treat my body with care while keeping my spirit firm and awake…
Watchwords:
• I will not quit inside first
• Pressure does not decide my character
• Pain doesn’t require bitterness
• Integrity is still possible today
• I can stay anchored in storms
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
