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Falling Off the Top of the World
One of the most paradoxical elements of existing when we live the life we do want for ourselves, is experiencing the event in which we reach the finish line but without an idea of what to do next.
That feeling of being stuck.
Confused by the presence and solvency of a solution because it actually takes away the problem.
But problems are what kept me feeling safe and secure. My lovely fixations.
Because I was occupied by my thoughts and feelings about manifesting greatness. Whatever greatness is supposed to mean to me.
Losing my problem meant that I lost my drive, which was what brought me to a place where I could think, feel, and behave better.
Better in reaching the transient goal and transforming myself along the way.
But what is better when the goals have been met and the rules I set for myself become obsolete.
Inexistent.
The laws that governed my journey to which groomed me into the person I am and brought me closer to my goals, they don’t apply the same way they did before.
