Warriors wish.
Aug 19, 2026
Tumbleweed Diaries: The Warrior Series
A Warrior’s wish
Let me set this goal in silence, and in humility.
No need to speak it out loud, no need to prove it.
Let obtainment live in my hand,
not in anyone watching.
Not the wish. The willingness.
Not the wanting. The work.
I haven’t arrived anywhere yet
I’m becoming the man who shows up in the underneath.
Whatever comes to rest in its environment.
it rests on the same ground underneath.
Not the thing itself, but the structure beneath it.
Principle by principle. Value by value. Scar by scar.
So let me chase it, still.
But let the real joy not be in the getting
let it be in the rejoicing toward it,
the purpose in the forging, the passion in the becoming.
I turn everything that makes me who I am
over to a power I can’t describe.
A faith born in self-discipline
not the kind that forgets to feel alive and playful in the doing.
Let the discipline be full of joy.
Full of happiness, love, compassion.
Full of willingness. Full of freedom.
That’s the only kind of discipline. worth having.
Let my effort ask for nothing back.
No proof, no name, no witness.
Let the love be unconditional
given, not traded.
I haven’t achieved it.
I may never arrive.
But I’m willing to become
whatever the becoming asks of me.
And if I ever reach it,
let it happen quietly —
achieved in divine anonymity,
known only between me and the sky.
Let me want nothing more
than to not be mistaken for the goal
to remain the warrior in the reaching,
not the trophy at the end of it.
That’s my prayer, warrior to no one but myself
not to be watched, not to be followed,
not to be known by what I’ve won,
but by who I had to become to survive what’s underneath.
Tumbleweed Diaries. Warrior series.
