There’s something I almost overlooked because it didn’t seem impressive enough to my attention, I quickly passed it over just like I do with anything that doesn’t make a loud declaration,
There’s something I almost overlooked because it didn’t seem impressive enough to my attention, and I have a history of confusing quiet with unworthy far too easily,
There’s something I almost overlooked because it didn’t seem impressive enough to my attention, and I only turned back because something in me refused to fully walk away,
How many quiet, unimpressive things have I already walked past without giving them a second look that is worth my attention,
There’s something I almost overlooked because it didn’t seem impressive enough to my attention, and I am finally looking closely enough to discover that was never lacking in meaning but I was simply looking for meaning in louder places…
I consistently opt for the safer, more promising choice over the one that genuinely captivates me, I choose the seemingly certain option over the one that subtly urges me to take action,
I consistently opt for the safer, more promising choice over the one that genuinely captivates me, and I have called that wisdom when really it was just fear dressed in a safety,
I consistently opt for the safer, more promising choice over the one that genuinely captivates me, and the choosing has left me finished with things I never actually thought it was for me to finish,
Which one is actually compelling to me, and which one have I just been told I should intentionally desire,
I consistently opt for the safer, more promising choice over the one that genuinely captivates me, and I am following the pull without demanding that it arrive with proof of where it will actually lead…
There is a piece I finally finished that quietly opened a door on something I had shelved for years, it almost accidentally revealed exactly what the older thing had been waiting for,
There is a piece I finally finished that quietly opened a door on something I had shelved for years, and I never would have guessed the two doors were even speaking to each other,
There is a piece I finally finished that quietly opened a door on something I had shelved for years, and I wonder how many other doors are just waiting on me to finish something first that is needed to open the destined door,
What have I shelved that might actually be waiting on a completely different thing to unlock it,
There is a piece I finally finished that quietly opened a door on something I had shelved for years, and I finally understand that some things are not abandoned because they are finished, but because we were not yet ready to meet them…
I find myself constantly needing to see the entire road before I’m willing to admit that I don’t need to see it all at once, as I stand at the entrance, I demand a map that I know will never be given to me at an instant,
I find myself constantly needing to see the entire road before I’m willing to admit that I don’t need to see it all at once, and the demanding has kept me standing at that same entrance for longer than I'd like to admit,
I find myself constantly needing to see the entire road before I’m willing to admit that I don’t need to see it all at once, after all, every road I’ve actually walked has only revealed itself a few steps at a time,
Do I actually need the whole map, or just enough light to take the next honest step, until I understand that perhaps clarity was never meant to illuminate the whole path—only enough of it for me to just keep going,
I find myself constantly needing to see the entire road before I’m willing to admit that I don’t need to see it all at once, and I am taking the next step without the map, discovering that I was never lacking direction; I was asking direction to become certainty before I trusted it..
Watchwords:
Almost skipped, didn't look impressive enough,
The safer option over the one that pulls,
A door opened on something shelved for years,
Needing to see the whole road,
One step tonight, without the map,
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream: