A Hidden Map that leads to Nowhere...

You cradle the old routine as if wishing alone will make it wise, the habits that held you back become oddly soothing like a worn-in chair in the groove of routine
You cradle the old routine as if wishing alone will make it wise, whispering that everyday will going to be different but there’s no difference in what you do
You cradle the old routine as if wishing alone will make it wise, only in the energy you project while doing it even if you believe harder, not smarter way of doing it
You cradle the old routine as if wishing alone will make it wise, you once believed it will be enough to change the outcome even if the methods stay the same…

You accept slow erosion as stability because it doesn’t scream, because things don’t fall apart dramatically and you start to believe they’re holding steady
You cradle the old routine as if wishing alone will make it wise, you confuse the lack of disaster for the presence of progress and breathe easy
You cradle the old routine as if wishing alone will make it wise, but just beneath the surface you are weakening, quietly, invisibly day by day in the inside
You cradle the old routine as if wishing alone will make it wise, Your standards drift, your goals blur but nothing explodes so you stay still like stagnation in silence pretends to be peace…

You wrap stagnation in the language of endurance to avoid self-doubt, you start calling it discipline this refusal to experiment like the loyalty to sameness
You wrap stagnation in the language of endurance to avoid self-doubt, it feels lie structure but it’s just the same plan on repeat with no evaluation
You wrap stagnation in the language of endurance to avoid self-doubt, when you claim is often just fear of looking foolish by trying something new
You wrap stagnation in the language of endurance to avoid self-doubt, you praise yourself for sticking with it while ignoring that you’re going nowhere…

You exhaust yourself chasing notion that never moves forward, you work harder, grind longer, wake earlier and even push your limits beyond your extents
You exhaust yourself chasing notion that never moves forward, but the work is scattered, misaligned, built on the same cracked foundation
You exhaust yourself chasing notion that never moves forward, no amount of sweat fixes a flawed blueprint and still you build confusing more activity with better direction
You exhaust yourself chasing notion that never moves forward, burnout becomes proof you’re trying even when there’s struggling still ignoring its aim…

Watchwords:
You step back from the pattern and realize nothing every changed but the year
That lesson doesn’t land like thunder but it lands like quiet overdue truth
You recognize that real change demands more than just trying again
It needs analysis, risk, humility and a willingness to feel discomfort

Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..

As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”

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