More Than We Manifested For

Sometimes it feels like we don’t actually choose strength— but that it chooses us.

And all we can do is just become it.

Because strength is in itself a thing that is alive, a thing that has power.

And its power is choosing us to embody it.

Because, essentially, we are strength and strength is us.

And with that being said, why would we deny a part of ourselves?

Just like how some situations require you to be the very thing you don’t want to be.

And usually, you can’t choose not to be it.

You have to tap into that part of yourself just to keep breathing.

We’re such seekers of desire.

If only we knew what the things we desire require from us,

maybe we’d be less likely to choose them.

Or maybe we’d be reluctant to desire anything at all.

And unfortunately, that’s not how we’ve built our world.

“We need to do certain things that’ll fulfill us and give us meaning" they say.

But the very breath we inhale and exhale should’ve been the meaning—

yet we convinced ourselves it’s something outside of us.

The trap isn't manifesting things you can't actually prepare for.

The real experience always asks more of you.

I don’t think we can manifest every feeling, every outcome to the tee.

You kind of have to allow the universe to do its thing.

We cannot anticipate what that thing will be.

It’ll be new.

It’ll challenge us.

It’ll contribute to our evolution.

And then... maybe that’s the moment the universe hands the power back to us.

We get to decide the perspective.

A manifestation always requires us to peel off a few layers to become.

Because manifestation is, at its core, a becoming.

Manifesting is something we foresee coming.

And because we are beings,

we shape ourselves according to what we expect is coming.

And yet, we’re so wrapped up in the intensity of strength,

we honestly forget that life is happening to itself, too.

It’s rediscovering itself, too.

Intertwined in all of that is strength.

Because change needs strength.

Becoming needs strength.

Strength to face it—and not let it mark us beyond repair.

Strength to not run—to face it all bravely.

To come out on the other side.

To see the light at the end of the tunnel.

A level of strength has to be tapped into.

We cannot move on like life requires nothing from us—because that would be a lie.

It does.

It genuinely doesn’t care.

It only lets us pick from pity,

lets us manifest what we long for—

not because we deserve it,

but because we ache too much not to.

Oh, but how can we not rob ourselves of the beauty of change—and not be strong?