Oh, to be stuck.

Those moments in time were the world we've anticipated, the one that we've hoped for.

Well, it's not quite matching up with the one we're looking at.

Those times where you stop and think, aren't I supposed to get out?

What I put in?

Isn't the point of planning to have some type of control, some semblance of authority over

the outcome?

How do I get those worlds to align?

I've been thinking a lot about how paradoxical life is, how what we fear is often the exact same thing we need most.

How what we're terrified of is where we find our courage, it's where we become more.

How when we look ourselves in the mirror and have no clue at that moment in time who the hell is looking back? Well, that moment is when it all

begins. Bingo.

Here's what I think.

I think being stuck is the blessing that we didn't know we needed because at that moment in time,

it begs us to be what we're not.

It opens the curtain and unveils something that's so necessary, so imperative, yet so overlooked.

Here's what the last decade of my life has taught me. It's taught me that until your back is against the wall, until you're up to your neck in regrets,

and I wish in opportunities passed by, until you realize that your reality is a fraction,

a microcosm of your potential, You're not living.

Because once you find that realization, well, that is when the magic happens.

That's when we become who we might be.

See, anyone can dance when the music is playing, but this moment, this is a special one. This is when you dance to silence. This is when you compose. I want to share with you an idea, a concept that's gotten me through the worst times.

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