I carry home not in my hands, but in the promises I refuse to abandon whenever life unexpectedly scatters my real life plans,
I carry home, because I have learned that losing my way hurts far less than losing the reason why I ever started walking in the first place,
I carry home, even when every unfinished chapter tempts me to surrender and finally rest but still I couldn’t just give up,
I carry home, am I protecting my destination or abandoning it the moment the road becomes a bit difficult again,
I carry home, and my inner resolve learns another language to stand up again in order to survive another stormy days ahead…
I refuse shortcuts, though they arrive wearing beautiful smiles and convincing reasons to forget what truly matters to me in life deeper meaning,
I refuse shortcuts because I know that temptation rarely demands that I betray everything at once, instead, it often tempts me with a single small promise to myself today,
I refuse shortcuts, grieving the versions of myself that once traded conviction for comfort without noticing the deeper damage exchanged,
I refuse shortcuts, have I become tired enough to negotiate with what I once called sacred, true and honest,
I refuse shortcuts, and my backbone remembers its deeper purpose that I cannot easily let go despite of all the failures throughout my life…
I study deeply, not to decorate my memory with impressive stories but to expose the places where my character still trembles until now,
I study deeply, realizing every meaningful lesson quietly demands a decision before it deserves to be called deeper understanding,
I study deeply, because knowledge that never reaches my choices eventually becomes another forgotten possession yet valuable,
I study deeply, am I collecting wisdom or avoiding the responsibility of truly living it in my truest sense of self,
I study deeply, and every page quietly becomes a mirror of my own life experiences in readable words that meant purposeful…
I remain devoted, when life delays every answer I believed should have arrived long before this season has found me wondering,
I remain devoted, trusting that faithfulness is measured less by speed than by the courage to continue even while nothing changes,
I remain devoted, allowing disappointment to visit without granting it the authority to permanently reside in my heart but in my left to right ear,
I remain devoted, can I love the calling even when the reward keeps arriving late and unpredictable,
I remain devoted, and my footsteps answer before my doubts can easily speak, before fear can easily judge progress…
Watchwords:
My resolve learns another language
My backbone remembers its purpose
Every page becomes a mirror of my own
The courage to continue the path to alignment
My footsteps answer first before doubts
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
