The Work That Belongs to Me

The misuse of wisdom occurs quietly when I begin quoting truths not to soften myself but to expose someone else’s flaws,
The misuse of wisdom gives me a sense of superiority that feels like clarity but is actually comfort dressed as enlightenment,
Why is it so tempting to wield reasoning as a weapon when it was intended to be a reflective tool?
And how many times have I used insight to escape responsibility instead of fully embracing it?…

The parasite I ignore do not fall away with age or experience but they thicken when I pretend they aren’t there,
The parasite I ignore attach themselves to my habits from my own defensiveness, my pride, my tendency to judge before I understand,
What good is wisdom if it cannot reach the places where I remain steadfast?
What growth opportunities lie ahead if I prioritize pinpointing others over healing myself?

The courage to be honest with myself compels me to confront my own flaws and imperfections,
The courage to be honest with myself scrape the hardened layers of my own ego that keep me from becoming gentler, kinder, freer despite of everything else,
The courage of inward honesty reminds me that no one sees the full weight of my mistakes
like I do, and no one can repair them but only-ME,
But why still I expect others to change when I struggle to fix even what is in my control?
And why do I still hold others to standards even if I fail to meet in the privacy of my own heart?…

The freedom of non-judgment arrives when I stop policing the lives of others and start recognizing that they are walking a path I cannot fully understand,
The freedom of non-judgment releases the tension in my chest that comes from expecting the world to operate by my own imposed rules,
The freedom of non-judgment teaches me that judgment is not a source of power, but rather a manifestation of my own insecurities masquerading as “authority”,
But what if acceptance, not criticism, is what makes relationships easier to breathe in?
What if I simply allow others to be themselves, which would be the highest form of respect I can offer?…

The responsibility that ends with me is clearer than anything else where I am accountable for my own perspective, my own reactions, my own character—not theirs,
The responsibility that ends with me allows me to place my energy into the one life I can truly shape— which is my own,
The responsibility that ends it serves as a reminder that self-improvement is a sacred endeavor, not a mere performance, not a weapon, or a means of comparison,
Perhaps the most genuine form of growth is pure honesty within ourselves,
It’s when I cease trying to fix the world and instead begin repairing myself, despite the overwhelming temptation to put on some blame…

Watchwords:
• To scrape what is yours
• Just let others walk their path
• That honest wisdom belongs inward
• Those judgment steals your peace
• Growth is a personal responsibility

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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