๐“œ๐”‚ ๐“œ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ž๐“ฏ ๐“–๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ญ๐“ฎ - Thursday 21 August 2025

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I have been slowly moving from a mindset of just getting by to truly believing in abundance.

Though I did some serious rewiring already, I am starting to see how stuck I have been in that scarcity mindset.

Limiting myself for decades....

Because planning a future feels like a luxury when survival is the focus.

These posts are:

๐’ฏ๐‘œ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‚๐’ถ๐‘”๐‘’ ๐ผ ๐’น๐’พ๐’น ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‚๐“Ž๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ท๐‘’๐“๐’พ๐‘’๐’ป ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐’ท๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’.
๐’ฏ๐‘œ ๐’ท๐‘’ ๐‘”๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐ผ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’.
๐’ฏ๐‘œ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’ธ๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“‰.
๐’ฏ๐‘œ ๐“‡๐‘’๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“‡๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐’ธ๐‘’๐“…๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ, ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐“‚๐’ท๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐ผ ๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“Œ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘’.

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Wounds, Traumas, Choices, this journey led by abundance and gratitude is showing me many facets of the life I led and how I evolved over time.

How the choices I made impacted me and my future choices, but also my outlook on life, and my ideas on what life meant.

Or rather, what it did not mean.
Because it did not mean much for a very long time, if you can not see your purpose, life is basically just a task you complete every day.

You try to make the task as fun and interesting as you can, but at the end of the day, you go to bed and think:
Is this it?

Is doing my task day in day out truly what life is about, and then you die?
But what else is there?
What is there more to life than living it?

I never really answered that question. I wondered, fell asleep, and woke up the next day to do my task as always.

Then life seemingly slowed down, or I did.
It was as if I opened my eyes, seeing that I was performing tasks, but why? Where would performing tasks lead me, to certain death?

Why would I want to perform tasks till the end of my time without...without what?

Fullfillment, purpose, direction, a plan.
Once I realized that, the plan became clear; it stepped out of the shadows and looked at me.

"Remember me?"

It spoke in my voice, and I took a long, hard look, and then remembered that I knew this was the plan all along. But I was too caught up in performing my tasks to actually think I could execute my plan.

Not anymore, little by little and bit by bit, I started the realization process, and found myself, my level, my game, and probably my purpose, and if not, I at least found fulfillment.


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Thank you for making it this far....for those who know me...or better, think they know me, this might have been a WTF moment.

For me, this is a WTF journey, but I finally know my destiny: Avalon and reaching it with a balanced mind.

Reaching it aware of my wounds, my traumas, and working on that balancing act that could make the mind reach its full potential.

Not that I think I will be able to reach perfection in one lifetime or ten, but I at least looked at things from both sides now.

But be aware, a balanced mind might hide the unseen war between outer silence and inner chaos, never revealing that balance is seemingly and in truth only is a mask, a trap.

Those who are seemingly balanced are the ones that I trust most, because being human means repressed trauma, emotional imbalance, and above all others psychological duality.

Like Rudyard Kiplingยดs (1865 โ€“ 1936) IF

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

Because I looked,

I looked at my mind from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow
It's my mindยดs illusions I recall
I really don't know my mind at all



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