Unwanted seasons arrive quietly at first, then suddenly too loud, too hard, too heavy for the life I thought I carefully arranged for myself,
Unwanted seasons take away what I cling to, leaving me angry, leaving me grieving and confused, like the universe made a mistake in choosing me for this battle,
But unwanted seasons also ask me too, if this pain reshapes me into someone braver, someone that is kinder, clearer—was it truly a punishment or a new beginning,
And now unwanted seasons tell me, could I still grow in the dark places where I never expected a brighter light…
These difficult times strip away my illusions one by one, leaving only what is real enough to hold, real enough to trust, and real enough to hope,
These difficult times break down the walls that glitter, forcing me to face myself without distraction, without luxury, without noise,
But these difficult times also ask me, why do I assume the worst moments are curses when they often become the doorway to the life I secretly prayed for,
And these difficult times remind me, I can learn from the wounds I hated without letting them define the deeper me.
Those pain that clarifies has a strange way of telling me the truth, stripping everything unnecessary until all that is fake collapses and only what really matters remains,
Those pain that shows me that sickness, that endings, and broken promise can give me back the part of myself I lost in comfort and noise,
But those pain that asks me, if the hardest chapter can give me the clearest vision, should I still hate the chapter or thank it softly for waking me up,
And those pain that tells me, I can honor the struggle without fearing that it will swallow the whole of me…
Those unwanted pain is often the season I dread the most yet remember as the one that changed everything in ways comfort never could,
Those unwanted pain becomes the truth-teller, not the destroyer, turning grief into wisdom, loss into clarity, and fear into strength I never knew I had,
Those unwanted pain can ask me, if the thing I feared most is what finally made me alive again, then what does that say about what I thought joy was supposed to look like,
But those unwanted pain tells me, I can let every hardship sharpen me without letting it harden me in the inside…
Watchwords:
• Hard seasons return what glitter steals
• Pain can purify what luxury distorts
• Clarity grows where comfort breaks
• Strength rises from unwanted chapters
• I can also transform without losing my softness
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
