Let me explain. We imagine the unblocked life as a straight highway at 3 AM—no traffic, no construction, no speed limits. Just you and the horizon.
The “more or less” is permission. It says: you don’t have to be ready. You just have to be present. So no, I am not fully unblocked. There’s a paragraph in this post I don’t trust. There’s a worry about tomorrow sitting in my chest. There’s a half-empty coffee cup and a notification I should probably ignore. more or less unblocked
Which, as it turns out, is more than enough. If this resonated with you, consider sharing it with someone who’s waiting for the “perfect moment” to start something. Tell them: the imperfect now is already a door, slightly ajar. Let me explain
But have you ever actually driven that road for more than an hour? It becomes hypnotic. Then boring. Then terrifying. Without resistance, without the small friction of a curve or a slowdown, the mind wanders into dangerous blankness. You stop paying attention. You stop feeling the wheel. The “more or less” is permission