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Stargirl.
Student and freelancer. @ Adekunle Ajasin University Akungba Akoko
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In Literature, Writing and Blogging 5 min read
Firsts First, Then Thousands
<p>The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step." We have heard this ancient proverb so often that it has become a piece of wallpaper in the hallways of our minds: present, but ignored. We focus on the "thousand miles," a distance so vast it invites vertigo, and we obsess over the "step," a movement so small it feels insignificant. But in the quiet space between the first step and the thousandth mile, a frantic question arises, echoing in the chambers of the weary traveler’s heart: Where are we even going? </p><p><br/></p><p>The bone-deep fatigue that settles in after the novelty of a new beginning wears off, rarely comes from the physical act of walking. It comes from a spiritual obsession with the result. We are so busy looking at the map that we forget to feel the ground. We fail to realize that the act of walking is not just a means to reach a destination; it is the transmutation of the self.</p><p><br/></p><p>Fatigue is the tax we pay for being results-oriented. When we view our lives through the narrow lens of "output," every moment spent in the "process" feels like a delay,.a frustrating barrier between us and our "real" life. But this is the great delusion of the achiever. We must arrive at the beautiful, terrifying realization that becoming is, in itself, the result.</p><p><br/></p><p>Consider the student. The world tells them that the result is academic excellence—the "A" on the transcript, the gold tassel at graduation. To achieve this, there are a plethora of mundane, unglamorous tasks: attending lectures that feel like gray noise, wrestling with textbooks at 2:00 AM, and forcing the mind to focus when every fiber of the body screams for the sweet anesthesia of sleep.</p><p><br/></p><p>If the student sees these moments only as obstacles, they suffer. But if they see the process for what it truly is, they realize a miracle is occurring. The "result" is not just the grade; it is the reconfiguration of the mind. Every time you do something you do not feel like doing, you are performing a delicate surgery on your own character. You are installing the hardware of discipline. You are teaching your brain that its whims are not its masters. The grade is a piece of paper; the discipline is a permanent upgrade to the soul.</p><p><br/></p><p>There is a character in this drama we might call "The Skipper." The Skipper is enamored with the podium but loathes the training. They want the thousandth mile without the preceding nine hundred and ninety-nine. Through shortcuts, luck, or deception, the Skipper may actually find their way to the "good grades." They may bypass the struggle and land directly on the result.</p><p><br/></p><p>But this is a pyrrhic victory. A skipper of processes receives only the husk of the reward. They have the grade, but they do not have the mind of a scholar. They have the title, but they do not have the skin of a leader. This results in what we must call "half-baked" existence.</p><p>The ripple effect of the "half-baked" individual is a "half-baked" society. When a culture prizes the "shining" over the "growing," it enters a state of perpetual underdevelopment. We see it in crumbling infrastructure, in leaders who lack the character to match their charisma, and in a collective sense of mediocrity that settles like dust over everything. A society that skips the process is a society built on sand; it looks impressive until the first tide of true adversity rolls in.</p><p><br/></p><p>To avoid this fate, there must be a steady and perfect calculation of the process. This is not the math of the classroom, but the math of the spirit. It is the understanding that 1% growth, compounded over a thousand days, creates a version of yourself that is unrecognizable to the person who took the first step.</p><p><br/></p><p>We must reach a point where we trust the process more than we trust our eyes. Even when the desired results are not immediately visible, when the scale doesn't move, when the bank account remains thin, when the manuscript feels like a mess, we must lean into the habit. Habits are the "atoms" of our lives. They are the small, repetitive actions that, while invisible in the moment, constitute the very fabric of our reality.</p><p><br/></p><p>To trust the process is to have an absolute disregard for the "feeling" of failure. Failure, in the world of the process-oriented, is merely data. It is a signpost saying, "Not this way, try the other." The nonchalance required here is not a lack of care, but a lack of "fret." It is the ability to be unfazed by the storm because you know that as long as you are still walking, the journey is a success.</p><p><br/></p><p>Finally, let's look at the flower. We often speak of the "bloom" as if it is a sudden explosion of beauty; a spontaneous gift from the plant to the world. We see the vibrant petals and the sweet nectar and we say, "Now, it is a flower."</p><p><br/></p><p>The blooming doesn't just happen when the flower is shining in the sun. It has been happening in the dark, damp silence of the earth. It was happening during pollination, when the invisible work of the wind and the bees set a destiny in motion. It was happening in the agonizingly slow push of the sprout through the heavy crust of the soil.</p><p><br/></p><p>The bloom is simply the moment the process becomes visible to the world.</p><p><br/></p><p> If we want to reach our full potential, we must learn to love the "unseen" growth. We must love the mud, the rain, and the long nights of waiting. We must understand that "firsts first" is not just a rule of order, it is a law of nature. You cannot have the thousandth mile without the first, and you cannot have the first without the willingness to be a beginner, to be small, and to be "becoming."</p><p><br/></p><p>So, where are we going? We are going toward a version of ourselves that is forged in the fire of consistency. And where is the padlock? The padlock is our own resistance to the present moment. The key is simply to start, and then to continue, and then to continue again.</p><p>Do not be obsessed with the harvest. Be obsessed with the soil. Because if the soil is right, and the seeds are planted, and the water is consistent, the harvest is not just a possibility, it becomes inevitable.</p><p><br/></p><p>Firsts first. Then, and only then, the thousands.</p>

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