Tessellate

We are shaped by repetition—of thought, of movement, of history looping back on itself. The mind builds familiar pathways, the body carries old imprints, and the world reflects patterns we barely realize we’re trapped inside. The same reactions. The same tensions. The past echoing forward.

Nothing is fixed. Even bone is fluid, reshaping itself in response to force. It’s the rigid thoughts and bound emotions that keep the body tight, the mind locked in place. But patterns are not prisons—they can be reconfigured. Rearranged. Broken apart and pieced back together in ways that allow for expansion instead of constraint.

This is the moment of disruption. The opening where habit gives way to possibility. Where what seemed inevitable fractures just enough to let something else take form. What we do next—how we move, how we think, how we meet the unknown—determines whether we stay confined to the old pattern or carve something new.