Brief, beautiful seconds remind me that goodness isn’t measured by duration. Even a single soft moment can outweigh the long, hard years I’ve been trying to hold myself together,
Brief beautiful seconds remind me that there are days when happiness arrives like my own shy visitor, not promising to stay, but only asking if I am willing to notice it before it slips into the world,
But how strange it is that I keep waiting for lifetime guarantees, even when the smallest spark has already changed something inside me,
And how can I chase permanence, why am I always afraid of things that don’t last, when they are already enough the moment they arrive?…
Quiet winning places appear in the middle of my ordinary days, whispering that I don’t need to win forever to know what victory feels like,
Quiet winning places remind me of medals I never wore but moments I lived that felt like true gold—those moments no one saw but I can still deeply remember in the deepest of my chest,
How can I teach someone that time, that triumph will never erase the authenticity that is truly mine?
And why compare what already shaped me, why compete with memories that are supposed to be a kind of a blessings, not that burdens?…
Unrepeatable joys return without warning, like forgotten doors swinging open when I least expect it, reminding me that happiness has its own rhythm that isn’t meant to always obey me,
Unrepeatable joys return and I always wonder if this is the last one for awhile, if I should hold tighter or let myself breathe before it fades,
But is it wrong to love a moment fully even if it slips from my hands after,
And I know that value isn’t magnified by staying longer but or by how deeply I allow myself to receive them while they are here…
This transient nature compels me to pause, it suggests that goodness is an inherent quality, not a finite quantity that can diminish over time,
This transient nature compels me to pause, reminds me that one second of clarity can be as transforming as an entire year of trying to get things right,
But why this silence urges me to honor the softness that visits, not interrogate it, not trap it, nor not to fear its leaving,
And now you don’t need forever to feel full, but you just need to recognize the fullness when it stands in front of you, even briefly…
Watchwords:
• Don’t chase the length of joy
• One moment is already whole
• Receive the gold you’ve earned
• Let happiness breathe on its own
• What arrives briefly still counts forever
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
