There was a time I confused stability with virtue. I stood by the idea that the highest form of strength was to remain unchanged, to stand firm, to keep shape and to be reliable in a way that asked nothing and absorbed everything.
Everything.
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"What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly."
– Lao Tzu
In hindsight, it wasn’t strength.
It was a refusal to evolve.
A private Ouroboros looping me through the same karmic lesson.
It was a refusal to evolve.
A private Ouroboros looping me through the same karmic lesson.
I used to be a mountain: solid, certain, steadfast. I didn’t question. People admired my solidity and I mistook their admiration for alignment. But unchanging things eventually became outdated versions of themselves. Repeating patterns eroded old wounds.
The turning point?
The turning point?
"After all, even mountains erode."
A rainy February afternoon in La Atalaya. The realisation that permanence is not the same as peace. Endurance is not the same as meaning. A life built on stability resists becoming. After all, even mountains erode.
At first, these realisations appeared as small doubts. Slow shifts. Flashes of inner knowing. Shame. They became louder. Swift endings, flooding. The universe was shaking the very foundations my mountain had been built on. Volcanic, tempestuous and porous. It was inviting me to change.
A mountain is shaped by what it withstands, but a human is shaped by what they are willing to reconsider.
To evolve is to allow the weather inside you.
To let thought alter form.
To let experience rewrite certainty.
To loosen your own borders.
At first, these realisations appeared as small doubts. Slow shifts. Flashes of inner knowing. Shame. They became louder. Swift endings, flooding. The universe was shaking the very foundations my mountain had been built on. Volcanic, tempestuous and porous. It was inviting me to change.
A mountain is shaped by what it withstands, but a human is shaped by what they are willing to reconsider.
To evolve is to allow the weather inside you.
To let thought alter form.
To let experience rewrite certainty.
To loosen your own borders.
The day the tarot cards reflected what I already knew, the mountain started to collapse.
I no longer aspire to withstand life’s experiences.
I’d rather be someone who responds. Who listens, adjusts, expands and evolves.
Someone whose identity is not a fortress, but a landscape.
No longer will I survive my way through life again. What matters now is not holding my shape or building strong facades, but understanding it. We cannot resist change, but we can choose which changes are worth making space for.
No longer will I survive my way through life again. What matters now is not holding my shape or building strong facades, but understanding it. We cannot resist change, but we can choose which changes are worth making space for.
If I used to be a mountain, today I am different. Someone capable of movement, renewal and self-examination. Something not formed under pressure, but the quiet courage to evolve.
I don’t know where life will take me. But I do know it is not my role to absorb, endure, and remain unchanged by the journey.
I am not here to be a mountain. I am here to become.
I don’t know where life will take me. But I do know it is not my role to absorb, endure, and remain unchanged by the journey.
I am not here to be a mountain. I am here to become.
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