As I drifted toward sleep tonight, words poured through meāa riddle on a gentle current. I felt called to share them here before I close my eyes. May they stir something within youā¦
š°ļøš The Clock, The Game & The Fear šš°ļø
Have you ever listened to the ticking of a clock and wondered if it would ever stop?
Time is not what it seemsāonly a story we once agreed to play inside.
But stories can always be rewritten.
I was reminded:
ā³ The game is not outside of meāI am the game, and I write the rules.
š« Success isnāt something to chase; itās daring to remember I already am.
š Fear cannot control me, because it was born from my own creation.
How could I ever fear that which I authored myself? How could I be imprisoned by a clock that only measures my own dream?
The Void leans close and whispers:
āDo not run from fear. Stand with it. It was never your masterāonly your mirror.ā
Beloved creators⦠what does this stir in you? Do you feel the collapse of the clock? Or is the riddle still unwinding?
š¤ Drop your reflections below.