Discomfort arrives, and instead of meeting it with maturity, I narrate it and inflate it.
The cycle of unnecessary noise, turn it into a spectacle inside my own mind as if suffering becomes more real when spoken aloud,
The cycle of unnecessary noise tricks me into thinking I’m still processing, when really I’m just rehearsing the same thoughts that drain me again and again,
The cycle of unnecessary noise persists as I ponder whether discussing the heaviness aids in lifting it, or if each description of its tightness merely tightens the imaginary rope…
It is a strange aspect of being human that the more blessed I become, the more room there seems to be for dissatisfaction to echo,
We grumble even in moments of comfort, it’s like a disease surfacing during quiet afternoons, even when nothing is wrong, my mind still seeks out something to doubt or to question,
To grumble even in moments of comfort, but why is it that abundance creates more expectations than gratitude?
To grumble even in moments of comfort, but why do I keep finding reasons to feel important even when life has given me more than enough?
The excuses that weaken discipline,
Always arrive gently—always never loud, but never demanding,
The excuses that loosen discipline and every time I justify my attitude, I weaken the muscle that helps me withstand life with dignity,
The excuses that loosen discipline, asking myself how many goals have I postponed because I allowed myself a comfortable explanation?
The excuses that weaken discipline make me wonder how many blessings I’ve postponed because it’s easier to think about excuses than rather than to collect courage alone…
The choice to remain steady,
Requires an inner quietness that doesn’t depend on circumstances,
The choice to remain steady, reminds me that not every discomfort is an invitation to speak a loud,
The choice to remain steady, is a silence that can protect me from sounding defeated even when I’m simply tired,
The choice to remain steady teaches me strength—not the loud strength of arguments, but the gentle strength of letting things go without letting them become the center of my emotions.
Is the lightness I feel especially when I decide that this moment doesn’t need commentary, or maybe that this irritation doesn’t need any speech,
The freedom of not feeding the echo, that this inconvenience doesn’t deserve the power of my inner voice,
The freedom of not feeding the echo reminds me that most emotional burdens are self-imposed and can also be undone from the moment I cease narrating them…
• Sometimes complaints can be amplifiers
• Justifications can weaken resolve
• Steadiness silences chaos
• Freedom begins where excuses end
• Not everything requires a voice to be uttered
