⚗️ Transformation

When something inside you can no longer remain the same.

It does not always begin intensely.

Sometimes it is just a strange feeling,
as if something familiar… stops fitting.

What once was clear
no longer is.

Who you were
begins to move.

And it is not always comfortable.

There are moments when everything mixes:
emotions you did not expect,
thoughts that do not fully hold,
parts of you that appear without warning.

And in the middle of that…
you are not the same,
but you do not know who you are becoming either.

That too is transformation.

It is not breaking.
It is changing form
while you are still inside.

Here you do not come to control it.
Nor to understand everything while it happens.

Here you come to not run away
from what is moving.

To stay long enough
for what is changing…
to truly change.

Without forcing it.
Without stopping it.
Without disguising it.

There are processes that are not thought.
They are crossed.

And even if sometimes it feels like you are lost…
there is something in all of this
that does know what it is doing.

🌑 What lives in here

This space does not organize the process.
But it holds it.

It does not tell you how to do it.
But it does not leave you alone inside it.

Here, what moves…
is not covered.

It is seen.
It is felt.
It is crossed.

And little by little…
something that seemed to be breaking
begins to become something else.

Not to understand change.
But to be inside it
without losing yourself.

Not all processes look beautiful from within.
And not all of them need to be explained while they happen.

Sometimes, the only thing needed…
is not to step away.

And to trust, even just a little,
that something in you knows how to go through it.

If you are at that point
where something deep is shifting
and you can no longer pretend nothing is happening…

you can enter from here.