#The One With The Vishivashi

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deep crag
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(Inspired by “Swing” by Logic & Love)

There’s this feeling—
This confidence—
that spark-in-your-chest, leap-onto-a-rooftop energy
that hits for no reason on a Tuesday.
It’s that I could fix the world in under an hour kind of confidence,
the subtle-but-loud hum of
I’m built for something cinematic.
I call it ”The Vishivashi”.

It’s that feeling when
Someone steals success
Or someone tells you, you can’t do it.
And you just wanna…
Wanna…
There’s no word for it.
You just wanna Vishivashi them.

When the Vishivashi kicks in,
I walk like background music is following me
even though I’m just going to get the mail.
My thoughts start rhyming without permission,
like my brain’s auditioning for a soundtrack
I didn’t know I was writing.

And suddenly—
every problem looks jumpable,
every barrier parkour-able,
every wrong practically begging me
to right it with dramatic flair
and maybe a cool jacket.

It’s ridiculous.
And amazing.
And a little dangerous
in that PG-13 but I’ll take it kind of way.

I’ll be standing there, doing nothing important—
microwaving leftovers, scrolling too fast—
and the Vishivashi whispers:
“You could absolutely sprint across a cityscape right now.
Look at you.
You’re aerodynamic.”

The key about the Vishivashi is staying silent though.
Like @prime harness said:
“The difference between the winners and losers is that the winners stay silent”.
And it’s true.
Actions are louder than words, and if they see the action later on rather than your flimsy words in the present,
Now who looks stupid?
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And I believe it.
Fully.
Stupidly.
Gloriously.

My confidence skyrockets like someone tightened a dial.
Internal rhymes fire like popcorn—
small, loud bursts of yes you can
and watch this
and wouldn’t it be hilarious if you tried?

The Vishivashi is that feeling when you just feel like running until your legs fall off and yell:

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

If you get injured afterwards, you don’t even care, you’re back up and running tomorrow.

The Vishivashi doesn’t ask for permission—
it just hops the fence of your mood
and says,
“We’re doing something cool today.
Even if that cool thing
is just holding your head a little higher.”

Vishivashi makes you heroic in the most unnecessary ways:
throwing away someone else’s trash,
holding the door with way too much flair,
dramatically turning around when someone says your name,
as if there’s a camera capturing your good side.
(It never is, but the energy counts.)

And I ride it—
that fizz-in-my-ribs,
that thunder-under-the-thoughts—
I ride it like I know exactly where I’m going
even when I’m mostly guessing.

So here’s to the feeling—
the rooftop-racing, world-fixing, overpowered daydream of it all.
Here’s to the confidence that arrives uninvited
and refuses to take off its shoes.

This one’s for the moment
you feel like your life has theme music again.

And maybe I won’t actually jump across rooftops today—
but if I did?
Trust me.
Spider-Man would be proud.
After all, I’m just your friendly neighborhood Cardboard.

chilly river
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Amazing 🤩

prime harness
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@unique holly @burnt grail

prime harness
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This was so good!