Where Forward Begins

Just as the world tilts forward, the air changes not with fear, but with promise.

The ground does not betray me; it opens, guiding me into a horizon that glows with possibilities so honest.

What once felt narrow now stretches wide, and every shadow becomes contrast to the light ahead.

I feel the weight lift, not gone, but transformed burdens turned to fuel, doubt turned to momentum no negatives said.

This is the instant of freedom, the moment when hesitation becomes flight. Not the end, not yet arrival, but the spark that sets everything in motion right.

Forward is no longer frightening. It is joy. It is choice. It is the only way the heart was ever meant to move.

And so I go, carried by the tilt, ready for what waits just beyond the curves and grooves.