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A MONUMENT TO MOMENTUM

The curious dance of progress and hesitation. When one steps back and examines what is so often described as a "problem," it is striking how the weight of it is rarely inherent. It is not the mountain that stands before you, but the pebble in your shoe that becomes unbearable.

I’ve noticed this peculiar truth when helping others confront what blocks their path. I ask them to slow down, to write—not the grand solution, but simply the first step toward it. And then, next to that step, to list every reason they have not yet taken it. It’s a simple exercise, but profound in its revelations.

What emerges, more often than not, are reasons so small, so laughably insignificant, that one can’t help but chuckle. "This," they think, "is what’s keeping me from everything I want?" And in that moment, a crack appears in the armor of their resistance. Humor has that power; it loosens the tight grip of seriousness.

But let me say this, with the clarity of one who has observed these struggles from the outside: while the reasons are often small and silly, their power is real. For you see, without momentum, even the smallest obstacle—a single brick—can stop a powerful train from starting. Yet, with momentum, that same train can crash through walls that once seemed insurmountable.

So, here lies the secret: to do something you’ve never done before, to move toward the life you desire, you must first pull back. Not to retreat, but to gain momentum. And this momentum needn’t come from directly attacking the task itself. Sometimes it’s found in the smallest of actions: a morning walk, organizing your desk, writing a single sentence. These acts are not about the task at hand; they’re about moving the train.

Once the train begins to move, the brick on the track—once so formidable—becomes irrelevant. And as the speed builds, even walls crumble before you. It is the same with life. Start small, but start. Let the laughter at your own excuses be the spark, and let momentum carry you forward.






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