We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
You don’t leap into the unknown with a running start. You sit first. Right here, where the known ground meets the dark — the edge is a threshold, not a cliff.
Inside the plane, you learn to fly. Inside the boat, you sail. You can’t explore from outside, with your feet still on solid ground and your heart still doubting.
So sit at the border. Let your eyes adjust to the shadows. Take one step. Wait. Feel your ground shift beneath you, and feel how it holds.
Then take another.
The comfort zone grows not from leaping, but from living at its edge — slowly, steadily, expanding the circle of safety with each small breath, each quiet step.
We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
