23/07/2025
Indeed,
transformation does not live in the mind.
It lives in the movement,
in the trembling first step that says,
I am done dreaming of becoming.
I am becoming.
Your reality shifts the very moment
you stop piling wisdom like stones in your pocket
and start planting it like seeds in the earth.
Look around,
there are people with fewer tools,
less knowledge,
less polish,
living the life you ache for
simply because they dared to move
while you stood still.
The endless chase for more learning?
It’s a beautiful, silken trap.
Knowledge without action is a bird
that never spreads its wings.
Fulfillment is not gathered from books
or captured in notes.
It is forged
in the doing,
in the failing,
in the rising again with blistered hands.
Let go of the thirst for quick fruits.
Patience, ah...
patience is the root,
the soil where satisfaction grows deep and strong.
Everything you long for
waits beyond the discomfort.
That discomfort might be sweat
dripping from your brow,
a thousand plain meals
that nourish instead of delight,
long hours of unseen labor
that break you before they build you.
But hear me,
hardship is the sacred doorway to mastery.
So embrace the struggle.
Wrap your arms around it
like an old, honest friend.
Paint your wounds with gold,
wear your scars like medals of becoming.
And stop living to impress the crowd.
The crowd will never save you.
The crowd will never fill you.
Turn inward,
impress the self that lives behind your own eyes.
No roar of applause
can soothe a soul
that has not learned to sing its own song.
So build your own pride,
brick by quiet brick.
And please...
stop waiting for the perfect time,
the perfect place,
the perfect you.
Perfection is a mirage,
a ghost lover who never arrives.
Begin now. Begin trembling.
Courage is only real when it takes shape in action.
So,
embrace the challenge.
Speak faith into your name.
Show yourself your own brilliance.
And finally,
release the chains of empty obligation.
If you cannot love the work,
pour joy into it.
If joy will not come,
let it go.
Because life...
real life,
is not about waiting for the right moment.
It is about becoming the moment.
- Lilianna Heitmann
Art: Zhivotkov Vladimir Vladimirovich,
1940–2005
The Window, 1970