You wake up inside a life that feels familiar, structured, and explainable. The world tells you what matters, what to chase, what to measure. World instils all the wrong things to be important. And somewhere in that quiet compliance, you begin to look at your life like a resource. You risk losing your magic when you view your life like something to mine.
There is a subtle hunger beneath the routine. A remembering. Spring exists to remind us that everything can begin again. You want something unnamed but deeply felt — a return, perhaps. What a privilege it is to be able to wake up and try again.
But the moment you step outside the script, doubt appears. You are a slave to your own idea of yourself. Memory pulls you back. Fear pushes you forward. “To be happy, you must eliminate two things: The fear of a bad future and the memory of a bad past – Seneca.” And yet — Memory is not the rewind of the past; it is the present reorganising itself.
So you begin, not perfectly, but honestly. A beginner who keeps beginning. When in doubt – create, make art. You stop searching for permission. You can’t use someone else’s map to find yourself. And slowly, you realise — So many doors will open when you realise that it is okay to start over.
There is a shift. Subtle, but irreversible. On the other side of the resistance is the flow. You stop chasing certainty and start inhabiting presence. Tomorrow is for people with plans, today is for the people with grace, now is for the people with presence. Magic begins to return — not as something found, but something uncovered. Magic appears when there is nothing else left.
But transformation is not without its cost.
“All sins are attempts to fill the void – Simone Weil.”
You must let go of the old self — even the parts you defended. Missing the train is only painful if you run after it. – Nassim Taleb You become unfamiliar to yourself. Be patient when you are becoming someone you haven’t been before. Be patient if you are becoming yourself for the first time.
And then, quietly — you return. When you finally get home and can be yourself again. But home is no longer a place. It is a state. There is no becoming to it. Only “is” ness is.
You begin to see differently. Because in the right eyes, you will always be art. You understand depth.
People can only meet you as deeply as they’ve met themselves. – Matt Kahn.
You move like something ancient and grounded. Be like earth, spinning yet not spilling, but the awareness directed inwards to the core. You recognise the miracle in the ordinary. The most beautiful thing in the world is a human coming back to life, the quiet rise, the slow returning. The moment the glow remembers to glow. And finally — you trust. Always believe that things can suddenly and miraculously change in your favour. Because you know now — You are an ocean of tiny drops of courage. And so, you continue. Sleep with the dreams and wake with the stories. A gardener is always a futurist. Peace comes when you realise that everything that’s out of your control should be out of your mind too.
Circle Circling the circle.
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