Living on autopilot does not always take us where we need to go, each morning dragging the same coat of thoughts from the hook where our minds return the same old arguments,
Living on autopilot does not always take us where we need to go, same old hopes convincing us that repetition is safety and motion is progress but routine can be slow erosion of curiosity
Living on autopilot does not always take us where we need to go, a silence growing louder under the noise of “should” and “have to” even we want to change but obey the same unspoken orders.
Familiar does not always mean fulfilling and still we wonder why we feel stuck, as if sameness could somehow surprise us into joy but life bends when we apply pressure to its edges
Familiar does not always mean fulfilling and still we wonder why we feel stuck, even when those things no longer nourish us we become experts in maintaining not growing
Familiar does not always mean fulfilling and still we wonder why we feel stuck, caretakers of habits that outlived their usefulness and still we wonder why we feel stuck beneath still skies…
Letting go of control may invite the balance we couldn’t force by trying not to fix, disguising its hunger for change will endless checking and correcting
Letting go of control may invite the balance we couldn’t force by trying not to fix, sometimes when we’re trying hardest to fix something we are just rehearsing our powerlessness
Letting go of control may invite the balance we couldn’t force by trying not to fix, when we move “away” from the problem instead of towards it suddenly collapses like a shadow in sunlight…
Doing less might give you more room to breathe that is when the pattern loses power, when strategies stop working don’t add more steps but instead remove some, stop explaining, stop pushing
Doing less might give you more room to breathe that is when the pattern loses power, wait until the noise fades just enough to hear the simpler truth underneath it
Doing less might give you more room to breathe that is when the pattern loses power, it may be dramatic but it will be real sometimes stillness is the loudest “yes” you can say at the moment…
And when the day ends reflect without judgement some will fell strange
A moment of choice instead of repetition this is how change begins
But with a question, a turn, a pause, the habit doesn’t vanish but it weakens
But because you stopped gripping the questions so tightly, for the soul to speak clearly
