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[love4ng1e]

You reacted to the 3d? You're still going to get your desires. Matter of fact, you already have them.

You cried? Felt overwhelmed? You're still going to get your desires. Matter of fact, you already have them.

You spiraled a little bit? You're still going to get your desires. Matter of fact, you already have them.

You repeatedly punched your pillow? You're still going to get your desires. Matter of fact, you already have them.

You forgot to affirm? You're still going to get your desires. Matter of fact, you already have them.

You don't believe you'll get your desires? You're still going to get your desires. Matter of fact, you already have them

Please, believe me, believe us, when we say this: it. does. not. matter.

Why? Because no one else is in control of your reality besides you. You’re the one behind the wheel.

So what if you take a shortcut?

So what if you hit a bump on the road?

So what if you pull over for ice cream?

The ride goes on. And as long as you decide to reach your destination, you will get there. As a matter of fact, you are already there.

[love4ng1e]

.ᐟ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ? ֹ ₊ ꒱

Don't you think it's strange ?

Strange how we can say,

“I want to be a drummer,” and then show up every day, practice until our fingers ache, count 1, 2, 3 weeks of dedication, only to turn around and say, “I’m not a drummer. I have to start over.”

Strange how we can say...

“I want to be a dancer,” and pour months into training, feel the burn in our legs, memorize routines, stumble, grow, try again, and still say after 1, 2, 3 months, “I’m not a dancer. I need to restart.”

Strange how we can say...

“I want to shift realities.” You dive into years of trying, scripting, visualizing, “minishifting,” journaling, researching, tweaking methods, tweaking yourself, and then you whisper, “I’m not a shifter. I failed. I need to start again.”

The very moment you tried, the moment you decided, you were.

You were already the drummer. Already the dancer. Already the master shifter.

Not because you had the final results in your hand.

Not because you finally played Whiplash perfectly.

Not because you finally nailed a pirouette.

Not because you finally shifted to your dr.

But because the identity was already yours the moment you chose it.

That first time you "tried" to shift? That was the moment you entered the state of someone who shifts.

And from that moment on, it’s done. You’re not becoming. You became.

When you step onto a train, you don’t become a traveler only when you arrive at your destination.

You are a traveler the moment you sit on the train.

Now you tell me.

Don’t you think it’s strange to cry, get frustrated, spiral into depression, feel like a failure, and still utter the words “I’m not a master shifter”?

After everything you’ve done? After everything you’ve become?

You’ve scripted. You’ve visualized. You’ve studied every method. You’ve obsessed. You’ve felt it in your bones.

Since when does the seed stop being a seed just because the flower didn’t bloom overnight?

Since when does the traveler stop being a traveler just because the train hasn't pulled into the station yet?

I know you’re going to ask.

"Well… when will the flower bloom? When will we arrive at our destination?”

And the answer? When you finally acknowledge that the seed is already planted.

That you already bought your ticket. That you’re already seated on the train.

You don’t watch the soil every day and beg the flower to grow.

You don’t sit on a train and keep asking the conductor if you're allowed to be a passenger.

You're not asking the world to give it to you. You're showing the world what already belongs to you.

So the question was never “when will it happen?”

The real question is: how long are you going to pretend you're not already holding it?

But how do you stop pretending that you're not already holding it?

You stop identifying with the version of you that needs to be convinced.

You don’t stop pretending by forcing belief. You stop pretending by noticing how much you’ve built around not having it.

The rituals. The “trying.” The emotional breakdowns that became milestones of your worthiness. The obsession with the gap, not the arrival.

It’s not about pretending to have it. It’s about realizing you’ve been pretending not to because chasing became your identity.

So what now?

You watch yourself when you reach for doubt out of habit.

You notice when you want to perform effort because effort makes you feel “honest.”

You stop looking at your reflection and checking if you "look like someone who has it."

You stop narrating your shift like it’s something that’s almost happening.

Or maybe you do keep narrating. Maybe you spiral again. Maybe you forget.

That's fine. I'll be the first to tell you, that's fine.

But just remember: the seed is already planted. You are already seated on the train.

Whether you're mad or not, that doesn't uproot the seed. That doesn’t throw you off the train. We all go a little mad sometimes.

Now I want to know. Don't you think it's strange ?