“Selfing”

My dreams are an aphid —
each achievement
the epitome of a telescopic pregnancy.

Fully conscious of progress,
borderline boastful —
evolved enough to admit
I sometimes do the wrong things
for the right reasons.
A self-aggrandising saviour complex
I’ve grown passive about.

I reflect so much
I no longer see the need for mirrors.
Trying to be intentional
about everything
only to complicate everything —
and yet, I still remind myself:
“it is that deep.”

I write because it validates
and regulates me.
I do good unto others
because it fulfils me.
I live in the light
as much as I can.

I have curated my life
to serve others but not myself —
I am the main character
trying to decenter himself.

Intentionally failing out loud

 I’ve been in plenty of situations where I acted first and thought later. I’ve also been in situations where I thought first— but stayed stuck and did nothing at all. Turns out, that’s labour lost.

Failing out loud has helped me become as polished as I am in many things. Sometimes, you’ve got to run before you walk. Without realising, I taught myself that action precedes clarity. Act first. Fix it as you go.

Progress is not linear—and guess what? Nor is failure. Fixate more on intentionality than on things outside your control. Remember: the aim is to maintain a high-level construal - maintain the distance (a few steps back) to always be in view of the bigger picture.