Not just people fade and die—so do brands, movements, empires, trends, beliefs, and the shiny ideas that once felt untouchable,
Not just people reminds me that the world is a constant goodbye disguised as progress, and I keep forgetting because I’m busy just trying to secure the term “forever”,
And not just people ask me, why do I fear change so much when change is the oldest law on earth, happening even when I beg it not to,
But not just people tell me, I can stop treating change as betrayal and start treating it as a normal part of being alive…
Forty years can pass like a blink when I look back, and suddenly I realize how quickly “someday” turns into “where did the time go”,
Forty years reminds me that whether I live long or short, the view is still the same—those seasons, losses, love, rebuilding, and the quiet march forward,
Forty years ask me, if the years move this fast, why am I still spending them on petty wars, jealousies, and proving myself to people who won’t remember me,
Forty years tell me, I can spend my time on what feels sacred to me, even if no one applauds it, even if nobody cares…
No need for dwelling means I don’t have to spiral into dread, rehearsing disaster like it’s my job, punishing myself with thoughts I can’t control,
No need for dwelling means I can acknowledge the truth of endings without letting it turn my heart like a cold room where joy and kindness are not allowed to enter,
No need for dwelling asks me, can I hold the reality of loss and still love deeply, still laugh, still build, still try, without flinching at every shadow,
No need for dwelling tells me, I can live wide open and still be wise, because awareness doesn’t require instant despair…
Clear living is what happens when I stop ignoring endings and stop obsessing over them, and instead let them sharpen how I choose today,
Clear living is when I forgive sooner, speak softer, show up more presently, and stop acting like my real life begins after I “figure everything out”,
Clear living asks me, if the rhythm is already determined—even if I rise and fall, even if there’s hello and goodbye—why not make my small part of this life true and beautiful,
Clear living tells me, I can walk inside my own rhythm with courage, not because I control it, but because I’m awake to it…
Watchwords:
• Everything rises and falls
• Awareness is not the same as despair
• Time moves faster than my ego admits
• I can live without demanding forever
• I choose clear living inside my own rhythm
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
