I become willing, to begin surprising myself instead of spending another year proving I have remained exactly the same,
I become willing, releasing the quiet promise that I must keep creating, the way I once succeeded just to deserve belongingness to every endeavor,
I become willing, even while uncertainty reaches for my hand still, with a tenderness that still feels unfamiliar,
I become willing, despite of all the changes I’m willing, am I protecting my identity or protecting my fear of becoming someone new,
I become willing, I will never always be ready but another season quietly opens before me…
I honor freedom, by remembering every method that carried me here was a bridge instead of a permanent address I’m willing to live in,
I honor freedom, refusing to confuse yesterday’s breakthrough with tomorrow’s only possible beginning of my forever endless pursuit,
I honor freedom, trusting that my voice is larger than any single process I have ever mastered, a voice that is yet to unfold,
I honor freedom, can I release the map without doubting the traveler who learned to Sarah for directions in it,
I honor freedom, only if you’re willing to take the longer route, maybe can the road begins introducing itself again…
I trust the unknown, for unseen accidents, interruptions, detours, and discoveries that no careful plan could have arranged for me,
I trust the unknown, because the moments that reshaped my life rarely arrived wearing the clothes as I always expected,
I trust the unknown, believing that surprise has always recognized me before I could recognize it in return,
I trust the unknown, am I holding my plans so tightly that I cannot recognize a better path when it appears,
I trust the unknown, and possibility quietly opens where certainty once stood, reminding me that not every doorway can be found on a map…
I walk forward, honoring everything I have learned throughout the years yet refusing to let that knowledge become another invisible chain around my future,
I walk forward, realizing that growth in those failures lies not in repeating what once worked, but in surviving and continuing to discover what works for you,
I walk forward, grateful that every attempt, whether celebrated or unseen, teaches my hands something they could learn no other way,
I walk forward, can I always keep choosing curiosity by default long after certainty asks me to settle for complacency,
I walk forward, and the next version of me is already smiling from the horizon, knowing that every choice I make today is quietly introducing me to the life I have been building all along…
Watchwords:
Another season opens
The road introduces itself
Possibility pulls up a chair
Another invisible chain
The horizon is already smiling
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream: