Your own mind is not considerate of your feelings. It doesn’t care if you’re tired all day. It doesn’t care what all you have left to do. It just knows where you want to go deep down inside. It is your compass to your goals. It will correct you when you are off course and you may not like it. You may get angry that you have to turn around and go back a little bit because you missed your turn. So you might as well just listen to it. It will never leave your side. It will always be there to try and get to up and moving. Try and get you to do more. That is your blessing and your curse. To never really stay in peace. Your soul requires conflict. It requires struggle. Your heart just has to accept that trade off and not take it so personally. You’re not the center of the universe, but you can be. If you listen to yourself, the world can be yours.
The mind isn’t here to comfort me—it’s here to guide me. And that guidance often feels brutal. It doesn’t wait until I’m ready. It doesn’t ask if I’m in the mood. It just points. And when I ignore it, it grows louder. Not out of cruelty, but out of necessity. It knows where I’m supposed to be. It knows what I said I wanted. And it will never let me forget it—not even for a second.
That’s the part I’m learning to live with. The endless correction. The restlessness. The constant reminder that peace isn’t the absence of work—it’s the reward for surviving the process. My soul doesn’t want ease. It wants expansion. It wants to grow, to move, to bleed a little if it means becoming something more. My heart just needs to stop treating the process like punishment. It’s not. It’s the path.
So I’ll take the discomfort. I’ll take the burn. I’ll walk the longer road if it means staying aligned with where I’m supposed to be. Because the truth is—I’m not owed anything. Not rest, not relief, not shortcuts. But if I listen to the voice inside me, the one that never shuts up, I might just reach everything I ever dreamed of. And when I do, I’ll know it was mine because I earned it.
