Big noise small poise

Big noise small poise

mindset, self-awareness, storytelling, trust the process, Uncategorized, uncertainty
A tiny blue planet was moving through the chaos of the universe. She was panicking because her movement was not in her control. She felt stuck, small, and alone. She had no aim of her own. She could only move according to the sun and the things around it. And the sun seemed so far away. She watched other planets crash and collide. Boom! Bamm! It was disturbing and she wanted to hide. The little planet was tense and scared. She was afraid that she could crash into something and her life would fade away. One day, at a distance, she looked at the sun with reverence. she saw a shimmering smile and heard a sound that hummed. It was so brief and familiar. She was overwhelmed with goodness. She…
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Letting go from the mountain top

purpose, self-awareness, storytelling, uncertainty
He was hanging on the edge of the mountain peak. An eagle with flappy ears was standing at the very tip. It leaped around and perched on a stone just above him. It was leaping and perching, leaping and perching. Finally, it perched just over his head and its butthole was hanging just over him. He was terrified this bird would soon shit on him. He zoomed into its butthole which had feathers around it. He feared for his life and had to make a choice: either get shit on by this inappropriate bird or let go and die off the mountain. He looked down and there was a sea of clouds. He rapidly looked back up at the eagle, down, up again.  Somehow he decided it’s better to just…
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Making uncertainty your bitch

poetry, uncertainty
Change is constant and with it comes uncertainty. It either overpowers you or you make it your bitch. It’s that simple man. You either own your core or lose your hand. Step by step, through the unknown, yielding to the flow of things and keeping hopes at bay. Hope doesn’t work when the ship is sinking. Maybe with a fluid hope, a fleeting hope, everyone flees the boat while others are singing. Who’s that octopus on the ship, going home? The unknown takes you down or you go down with it. The unknown, that fire-breathing dragon, got to die before you die, seeing the body will expire. With all the wonder and magic that occupy the flesh, we are fragile to the core. It’s the warmth and the cold ugly…
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