Whispers of the Blank Canva - The Path Unchartered.

These silent words creep through the walls of my thoughts like the shadow lingers behind as light peeps through an hollow:

"Sometimes you have to change course to forge ahead. Many times, it's not that we do not want to change but we are not sure if the 'how" we know will give us the" what" that we are aiming for.

What are we scared of? Why do we front like we are challenging the assumption but inherent in our actions is just a soul hoping that of this multiple actions may be the "one" that will be the "hit", or go "viral" or kick "it" in.

It is slavery to live and work this way. Being held ransome to the very thing that should be our visa to freedom. "

I'm persuaded these words echo a truth "you" know but often whisper. We march on, feet married to familiar paths, eyes scanning the horizon for some elusive "it" that promises liberation. We call it progress, this hesitant dance with change, but our steps are often dictated by whispers of "maybe this, maybe that," a gambler's prayer tossed to the fickle winds of chance.

Why?

Perhaps it's the enticing comfort of the known, the lyrical flow of routine that lulls us into a placid stagnation. We fear the leap into the unknown, the terrifying blank canvas where our "how" might not paint the "what" we crave. We become pirates of possibility, hoarding a bounty of tentative, untested actions, hoping one might snag the elusive treasure of success.

But this timid treasure hunt is a cage, a dance with our own expectations. We shackle ourselves to the tyranny of "maybes" and "what ifs," our freedom hostage to the fear of not hitting the target. Is this truly progress, then? Or a Sisyphean struggle, forever pushing the boulder of unfulfilled potential up the mountain of our own anxieties?

Break free, then, from the shackles of hesitant action!

Embrace the liberating paradox: true progress often lies not in finding the right path, but in forging it.

Let your "how" be a brushstroke, bold and unafraid, on the canvas of possibility. It may not be a viral masterpiece, but it will be yours, a testament to the courage to paint your own future.

So step off the treadmill of "maybes" and into the arena of action. Trade the lottery ticket of hope for the chisel of conviction!

The greatest reward may not be the elusive "it," but the freedom found in the journey itself. For in carving your own path, you become the author of your own success, a testament to the power of choosing your own "what."

Let the canvas of your life be a symphony of daring strokes, not a hesitant whisper of "maybe." Live, act, create, unafraid of the blank spaces. For it is in the embrace of the unknown that the most vibrant possibilities bloom.