How Does One Deal With The Fear Of Disappointment And The Fear Of Being Proven Wrong When It Comes To

you ask me what’s the point, and i reply that it’s living. then you say you give up, and i giggle because giving up on something you think about everyday is not the most logical choice. then you get angry and i just watch because the only thing i see is someone wanting something so much that provokes in them such powerful emotions. who are we without a goal?? and the most poetic thing about this………. you realising, in the end, that it was worth it

I SHIFTED I SHIFTED AGAIN, AND AGAIN IT WAS TWICE JUST TODAY, I'M GOING EVERY DAY. WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS TOO COOL

that’s how it is.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎there is a light and it never goes out

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎shifting and manifesting aren't fragile things that crumble under the weight of your doubts. they don't disappear when your mind wanders off or feels a little skeptical. they're something more like the speed of light racing through the universe—steady, reaching you from afar. and they don't require anything; they simply need you to allow them to just be.

the universe isn't waiting for you with a clipboard, tapping its foot, asking if you did the right method, if your intentions were pure, if your mind was clean. it doesn't lean over your shoulder, scrutinizing your steps like that one teacher you hated, waiting for you to mess up. the light does not flicker when you doubt. it does not dim when you 'fail'. it stays just as it is.

you have been taught that the sky only opens for the righteous, that shifting and manifesting are a tightrope walk—one wrong step, and you fall. but tell me—does the moon apologize for what it does to the tide? "the world bends for no one" yet it bends for you, over and over and over again, without hesitation. you could run from the door flung open before you, and still, the light would wait for you to extend your finger.

maybe you have been knocking on a door that was never locked. maybe you have spent years sharpening keys for a gate that was never closed. maybe you sit at the edge of your seat, thinking the invitation has been lost, when really, it has been in your back pocket all along. you write apologies into the margins of your desires, convinced you must be better before you can step forward. but the light does not ask you to open your hands and show it what you've done.

and if you doubt? if you rage? if you say, "this is not for me, i am too broken, too lost, too late"? the light does not go out. if you whisper to your pillow, "i have done everything wrong," if you try to silence your longing, if you build walls around your heart, the light does not go out. even in the wreckage, even in the places where you swore no good thing could grow, the light lingers.

so march forward, with shaking hands, with your sleeves undone, with all the ways you think you are undeserving. it does not matter. the light won't go out.

"Oh no but it takes 21 days to break a habit, it'll take forever to get out of a bad habit it's gonna take me forever to stop wavering!" then just assume it doesn't take 21 days, it is that easy promise

I’m at the dentist do you guys think the laughing gas will make me shift easier 💯💯💯😎

Sometimes I remember that I created my own fantasy world with sirens, elfs, fairies, giants, etc... that I can be an artist with Taylor Swift as my bsf and keeping Michael Jackson alive, that I can be in my favorite movie AND EVERYTHING I WANT. I can't wait to shift to all the realities I could ever imagine... I LOVE being a shifter.

you in your dr — “I want to shift back.” *shifts back*

you here — “I need to do xyz, get into the void state and focus on my reality without any distractions.” *?*

how so you personally manifest?

I decide I have what I want

I persist and continuously affirm that I have that thing

It shows up

shifting is for those who refused to give up their childlike sense of wonder