The High Cost of Easy Things

That hidden vulnerability surfaces in the comforts I sought, believing they would alleviate my pain, only to numb the areas that required growth,
That hidden vulnerability surfaces convinces me that ease is the reward, even when ease slowly drains my courage until I barely recognize my own support,
And that hidden vulnerability surfaces and asks me, why do I wish for the life that makes me weaker instead of the one that teaches me how strong I can still become,
But that hidden vulnerability surfaces, and it reminds me that I can stop mistaking comfort for healing and start choosing what gently strengthens me…

Those heavy golden blessings, which pretend to radiate light, have taught me that they can also cast a shadow when my hands cling too tightly to what was never meant to define me,
Those heavy golden blessings, feel like answers at first, until they twist into pressure, into greed, into a craving that never ends no matter how much I wanted to gain,
And those heavy golden blessings ask me, why do I think having more will ever fill what is empty when emptiness isn’t a storage problem but instead a soul problem?,
But those heavy golden blessings remind me, I can stop worshiping the things that glitter and start honoring the things that ground me…

That sudden bright fortune looks beautiful, like the miracle I always imagined would fix every broken corner of my ambitious life in one effortless sweep,
That sudden bright fortune arrives loudly, and for a moment I believe I’ve outrun failure, teary sadness, forgotten memorable history, and all my quiet wounds,
That sudden bright fortune can now asks me, if everything changed overnight and I got what I begged for, would I still be the same person—or now, would the weight break me faster than previous struggle ever did,
That sudden bright fortune now tells me, I can grow at my own pace with everything I am without needing an avalanche of blessings to prove my worth…

A sudden luck can be once a blessing, but transforms into a curse for some, as it turns love into distance, friends into silence, and simple days into an unending mental chaos,
A sudden luck can be once a blessing, can make every choice heavier, makes every relationship suspicious, and makes every joy feel borrowed and breakable,
A sudden luck can be once a blessing and now it asks me, do I really want the kind of life that destroys the very peace I prayed for just because I thought abundance meant happiness,
A sudden luck can be once a blessing and now it reminds me, I can want better days without needing the kind of “good fortune” that takes my soul in the trade…

Watchwords:
• Not every blessing is gentle
• Comfort can weaken my courage
• Fortune can break what hardship builds
• Stillness can be strength
• I can want growth, not the glitter

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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