God honors his favorites by crushing them, drops the whole insufferable wretched weight of purpose on their spines until they either snap into shape or snap entirely. the unburdened, those buoyant grinning vapid little phantoms drifting through their own lives without a single crushing thing to carry, they are forgotten
Flow state can only come when you submit to the universes plans. You gotta have faith that life is always moving in a way that best suits you. God makes no mistakes so start moving like that. You ain’t got shit to fear bro
This is outcome independence: The strongest form of detachment is not pretending you do not care. It is caring without letting it absolve you. You can want the outcome, value the person, feel the loss, and still refuse to negotiate against yourself. Desire governed by discipline becomes leverage.