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<center>The real world exist where your feet are planted not where your mind escapes to, we sit through the routine of a regular day where our hands moving an autopilot while our thoughts take off
The real world exist where your feet are planted, not where your mind escapes to, drifting through what we want instead caving somewhere more exciting and more fulfilling
The real world exist where your feet are planted not where your mind escapes to, but this exact moment the keyboard, the dishes, the silence is the part we keep skipping like it doesn’t count
The real world exists where your feet are planted not where your mind escapes to, and yet this small and ordinary silver of time is the only thing that’s truly real right now…





<center>Postponing your presence is how entire days go unlived, it’s easy to tell ourselves that life begins after hard stuff after the dull minutes have passed
Postponing your presence is how entire days go unlived, that we’ll bring our best effort once we’re in the right place with the right title at the right time
Postponing your presence is how entire days go unlived, but all we ever actually have is the messy imperfect now-this breath, this task, this moment
Postponing your presence is how entire days go unlived, and we waste it waiting for some imaginary version of life that’s always just out of reach…





<center>You can’t walk forward if you’re always turning your head around, regret has a habit of showing up dressed like reflection convincing we we’re just being thoughtful
You can’t walk forward if you’re always turning your head around, but often we’re just rehearsing old scenes rewriting what should have happened but never did
You can’t walk forward if you’re always turning your head around, and while we’re stuck in yesterday’s stories today keeps unfolding quietly without us
You can’t walk forward if you’re always turning your head around, each second slipping by ignored because we’re too busy chasing ghosts in our minds…





<center>Each minute is a reflection of all your days so make it count, we chase after big moments, milestones but come o think of it what’s could be plain today might be the foundation for something powerful tomorrow 
Each minute is a reflection of all your days so make it count, real transformation happens in the quiet decisions but how we move today is how we’ll move through every day that follows
Each minute is a reflection of all your days so make it count, there are the fibers of a meaningful life then if we treat now with care then care becomes a habit  and intention becomes our instinct
Each minute is a reflection of all your days so make it count, what’s plain we repeat becomes who we are,  and presence must repeated constantly and suddenly everything we do becomes part of a life lived on purpose….





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But being present isn’t about ease-it’s about staying with the moment 
Even when it’s inconvenient, we learn to grow by avoiding discomfort 
The more we lean into what’s hard to face, the stronger awake we become
We waste our best energy daydreaming while the real work-the hard unfinished goes resented


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<center>Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..*</center>


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<center>As and will always be reminding you to dream:</center> 
<center>*“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”*</center>



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