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I had a dream.

The sky wasn’t normal—suns lined up in a perfect arc. Then two planets collided. One looked like Earth. The moon exploded. I stood frozen, watching it all fall apart.

It didn’t feel like a dream.
It felt like a warning.

In the last two months, I’ve PR’d seven times—
- 5K twice.
- Half marathon twice.
- Marathon.
- 10K.
- Longest distance ever. (33.8 miles)

I’ve lost weight, gained clarity. People I don’t know are reaching out saying I inspire them.

But this week?

I felt heavy.

Not sore. Spiritually pressed.

The pressure to hit deadlines. Run miles. Lift. Eat right. Show up as a dad, husband, and professional.

No escape. Just execution.

I did what I said I’d do—even when I didn’t feel like it.
That’s not motivation. That’s identity.

That dream made sense.

Many suns—clarity, truth, a new order.
​Colliding planets—old identities crashing.
​The moon exploding—emotions breaking loose.
​The stillness—the cost of becoming something new.

That dream wasn’t about destruction. It was about transformation.

Here’s the truth:

Transcendence is violent.​
Not with fists—but with reality.
It cracks your sky.
Shakes your foundation.
Demands that you level up or collapse.

This week, I didn’t feel powerful.
But I became powerful—by showing up anyway.

If you’re feeling the pressure, good.

It means you’re evolving.
It means the old you is dying.
Let it die.

You're not breaking down. You're breaking open.

Let the sky crack.
Let the old world burn.

Then walk out of the fire—reborn.

This is Morphletics.

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