I unlearn patiently, the kind of rules I carried so naturally that I mistook them for pieces of my own identity that I didn’t know I had,
I unlearn patiently, realizing many limits inside me were inherited long before I ever learned how to recognize and question them,
I unlearn patiently, grieving the years I spent protecting my new created boundaries that never truly belonged to my true self,
I unlearn patiently, am I honoring my own truth or simply defending an old instruction that you are used to be obeying,
I unlearn patiently, yet creating another sense of boundaries and another lock quietly gives way…
I look beyond, the neat shapes traditions built around me that once felt too permanent to imagine differently,
I look beyond, because every familiar framework quietly teaches my eyes where not to look anymore despite how my mind and heart is fighting the urge,
I look beyond, discovering how often imagination waits just outside the edges of accepted thinking unlearning what’ beyond limiting,
I look beyond, as I decide to a new set or rules and standards for myself have I mistaken common practice for the only possible path,
I look beyond, beyond accepting what is and believing in the unknown the landscape suddenly widens beneath my feet…
I cherish difference, I wanted to heal even when it leaves me standing alone while others comfortably recognize themselves inside the crowd,
I cherish difference, despite the wound, now the quiet parts of me have waited years for permission to exist without apology,
I cherish difference, knowing imitation may feel safer but never allows my own voice to fully breathe, so I accept what’s me,
I cherish difference, In ways that I’m seeing, am I asking to belong or forgetting I already belong to myself,
I cherish difference, it keeps looking back to the void inside me, and the internal silence finally answers back…
I welcome wonder, allowing experiments to replace conclusions before certainty has the chance to close another door again,
I welcome wonder, accepting that discovery rarely asks permission before rearranging everything I believed in yesterday,
I welcome wonder, because curiosity has rescued me far more often than my weakness to perfection ever managed to do me good,
I welcome wonder, regardless of just thinking of failing again, can I remain open even when certainty promises easier comfort,
I welcome wonder, the wound, the fear, the pain and possibility quietly begins rewriting my horizon…
Watchwords:
Another lock gives way
The landscape widens
My own voice breathes
The silence answers back
Possibility rewrites my horizon
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
