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It doesn’t feel
Comfortable
All the time.
Growth
Isn’t gentle
In real time.
Some days —
It feels like
My soul
Is ripping
Through my body.
Stretching limits.
Pressing nerves.
Squeezing habits.
Out-of-box thinking
Isn’t always
Creative freedom.
Sometimes
It’s creative
Discomfort.
An internal
Expansion
With no
External evidence.
The urge
To change.
But the fear
To move.
The need
To evolve.
But the comfort
Of routine.
So something
Inside
Pushes harder.
Against
Old beliefs.
Against
Safe patterns.
Against
Identities
I once
Outgrew.
The pressure
Is confusing.
Because
Nothing outside
Looks different.
But everything
Inside
Feels
Crowded.
Tight.
Unfamiliar.
Like a version
Of me
Is trying
To exit.
While another
Is trying
To stay.
My soul
Doesn’t hate
My body.
It’s just
Asking
For alignment.
For direction.
For honesty.
It squeezes
Excuses
Out of thought.
It rips
Comfort
Out of action.
It compresses
Procrastination
Into urgency.
Out-of-box thinking
Feels like this.
Messy.
Silent.
Invisible.
Before
It becomes
Breakthrough.
Before
It becomes
Decision.
Before
It becomes
Movement.
Pressure
Is not
Punishment.
It’s preparation.
Stretching
Capacity
For what’s next.
So when
I feel
Internally
Torn —
I don’t panic.
I listen.
Because
Transformation
Rarely whispers.
Sometimes —
It squeezes.
