I chase what’s missing, I notice how my mind keeps pointing at the empty seat instead of the presence that is already here, and it makes my chest tighten with a hunger I can’t even name,
I chase what’s missing, I admit I’ve wanted even peace to arrive like a prize, as if calm is something I deserve only after I’ve suffered enough,,
I chase what’s missing, I see how the habit of looking ahead can make today feel insufficient, even when nothing is truly wrong,
I chase what’s missing, am I willing to choose contentment even if nothing changes now,
I chase what’s missing, I loosen my grip on “someday” and just learn to breathe…
I reveal my desires, I see how each one can become a lever the world pulls, and I don’t want my calm to depend on whether those desires are easily met,
I reveal my desires, I admit I pin my mood on outcomes I can’t control, then act shocked when disappointment arrives like it always had my permission,
I reveal my desires, I see how I’ve argued with the future in my head, as if urgency could persuade time itself,
I reveal my desires, do I want the wanting more than I want my peace and satisfaction,
I reveal my desires, I step back from the edge and soften, letting the moment widen until my breath settles again…
I stop naming every discomfort as offense, I notice how my anger gathers evidence and builds a case far larger than the moment deserves,
I stop naming every discomfort as offense, I confess I sometimes claim the role of the offended one because it feels certain, even when it holds me in the same loop,
I stop naming every discomfort as offense, I confess the hardest part is realizing the wound grows when I press on it, when my opinion keeps replaying the moment like a warning it’s part of the process,
I stop naming every discomfort as offense, can I let a sharp comment pass without turning it into a full case in my mind,
I stop naming every discomfort as offense, I hold my tongue and let time widen in its own given space…
I refuse the instant reaction, I notice how my voice rises when I feel cornered, and how quickly my pride turns a conversation into a debate,
I reject the instant reaction, I admit that I’ve escalated situations just to prove my strength, only to feel ashamed when the dust settled and I heard my own voice,
I refuse the instant reaction, I confess I want control, but control starts inside me, not in other people’s mouths, and that truth really stings every time,
I refuse the instant reaction, am I brave enough to pause even when my nerves are demanding speed and habit pushes me forward, and claim that pause as the place where my freedom lives,
I refuse the instant reaction, I choose silence first and let that quiet space shelter my peace from within and beyond…
Watchwords
I chase what’s missing, the empty chair,
I pin my mood on outcomes,
The wound grows when I press on it,
I choose silence first and let,
Time widens the space for mastery,
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
