I’ve always remembered that nothing I create truly belongs to me, no matter how deeply personal it may feel to me,
I’ve always remembered carrying traces of conversations, memories influences failures and unexpected gifts inside every creation,
I’ve always remembered that even my most private thoughts were shaped by countless unseen encounters that is beyond controllable,
I’ve always remembered am I creating alone or forgetting how much it has already shaped me wanting to enough,
I’ve always remembered that loneliness loses some of its authority when I don’t easily give into parts of me that are unsure…
I encounter resistance between the part of me that dreams freely and the part of me that demands proof before believing into possibilities,
I encounter resistance when vision arrives larger than my current skills and leaves me feeling inadequately unprepared to what is coming,
I encounter resistance because imagination rarely considers the limitations that reality insists upon me in each every day that frustrates me,
I encounter resistance am I disappointed in the work or grieving what could not be translated into thought, words or even in actions and all sides keep asking to be heard…
I listen intently to the various voices within me, which rarely find common ground on what truly matters at all, and what the current situation calls for,
I listen intently allowing contradiction to remain present without forcing an immediate resolution to the possible consequences that might arise,
I listen intently because control often silences insights that arrive through uncertainty,
I listen intently as I’m honoring every voice or rewarding only the loudest one,
I listen intently and the conversation grows more honest when I’m open and intentionally listening…
I remain present, as the negotiation unfolds between instinct, craft, emotion, memory, and intention.
I remain present, knowing that creation often seeks cooperation rather than domination.
I remain present, even when progress feels slower than the impatient parts of me that would prefer assurances first before trusting,
I remain present, can I even trust the deeper process of building without exerting control over every what is,
I remain present, and something more substantial courage starts to unfold…
Watchwords:
Loneliness loses authority
Both sides ask heard
The conversation grows honest
Cooperation instead of domination
Something fuller emerges
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
