Life Wisdom - By Words of Taoism - One step at a time - Taoism

Episode Date: February 13, 2026

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A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. You probably heard that sentence before, but today I'd like us to slow down with it because most of us don't fail at change for lack of desire. We fail because we try to leap the whole distance at once. We try to become someone new overnight. We try to cross a thousand miles in a single burst of will-pourable. power. And then we wonder why we feel exhausted or discouraged or back at the beginning.

So in today's episode, we're going to talk about the first step, about why it's smaller than we think, and far more powerful than the dramatic beginning we usually chase. I am Chen Li, author of the blog Word of Taoism on Substack, and you're listening to my podcast. It's a particular at the beginning of each year, something that feels like a promise. Something in us straightens up, looks toward the future, and decides that this time will be different. We make lists. We formulate resolutions.

We imagine the person will be in six months in a year. More discipline, more serene, more alive. We see ourselves meditating every morning, running three times. a week, reading a book a month, eating better, sleeping better, living better. This impulse is sincere. It arises from a true desire for transformation, from a deep aspiration that our life might finally resemble the image we secretly carry of it. And there's beauty in this momentum, there's nobility in this refusal to resign, in this determination not to accept that things remain as they are.

We sense confusedly but strongly that we're capable of more, of better, of something else, that the life we're living isn't quite the one we could be living. This intuition is right. This desire for change is legitimate, and it says something beautiful about our nature. this capacity to imagine something else, to refuse the status quo, to believe that tomorrow can be different from today. What's problematic isn't the aspiration itself.

It's often the form it takes. Because hidden in this January energy, in this fever of beginnings, lies an excessive demand. We don't simply want to change. We want to change everything, all at once immediately. We don't want to take a step.

We want to make a leap. We don't want to begin a journey. We want to have already arrived. We look at the distance between what we are and what we'd like to be. And rather than accepting it with patience, we try to cross it in a single bound, as if the force of desire

could abolish the time necessary for any real transformation. And it's precisely this impatience, this will for total and instant transformation, that already contains the seeds of abandonment. Something in us knows that despite the euphoria of beginning, this excessive ambition won't hold. This burning energy will extinguish like a flashfire, leaving behind. Let's pause for a moment on what we neglect when we rush,

because there exists a force we almost always ignore, so discreet it is, so humble, so contrary to everything our culture has taught us to admire. This force is that of the small step. Look at the stone at the bottom of the canyon. It wasn't sculpted by a cataclysm, by an explosion, by a spectacular event. It was shaped by water, that same water that has fallen, drop by drop for millennia.

With the patience we cannot even conceive, each drop taken in isolation is insignificant. It leaves no visible trace, produces no measurable effect. If we were to observe a single drop falling on stone, we'd say nothing is happening, that it's trivial, that it serves no purpose. And yet the sum of these insignificant drops

has carved valleys, sculpted mountains, drawn landscapes of breathtaking beauty. What the violence of an instant could never accomplish. meticulous repetition accomplishes without apparent effort. Look carefully at a tree the next time you see one, and remember this. That tree didn't spring from the ground in a single night. It grew millimeter by millimeter day after day, season after season, year after year. There were days when its growth was so minute that no instrument could have measured it. And yet, this invisible growth produced a tree where there was only a seed.

And this tree is now strong enough to resist storms, rooted enough to survive droughts, alive enough to bloom every spring. Trust between two people builds the same way. Conversation after conversation, attention after attention, presence after presence. It's not one grand heroic gesture that founds a solid relationship. These gestures are important milestones that solidify, but it's the accumulation of small proofs of reliability, small moments of being there. The body transforms the same way, movement after movement step

after step, breath after breath. Each gesture seems trivial in the moment, and yet each gesture counts. Each gesture inscribes itself somewhere within us, like a note inscribes itself in a melody, indispensable to the whole. This form of power is perhaps the most underestimated that exists. It operates in silence, without fanfare, without recognition. It makes no noise, produces no visible results, immediately, triggers, neither applause nor admiration. But it accomplish what great surges cannot accomplish. lasting change.

The Taoist sages understood this power. Lao Tzu formulated it in a phrase so simple it has become almost trite from repetition. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. We all know this phrase. We've read it on calendars, postcards, social media posts. It's part of those wisdoms we readily quote, without ever truly hearing them.

And yet, if we took time to pause on these words, we'd find something that contradicts almost everything we think we know about change. There's something almost revolutionary in this simplicity, because we want to see the entire path before taking the first step. We want to know the destination before leaving port. We want guarantees before committing.

And Lao Tzu tells us we must begin with a step. The rest will come, or it won't. But the step, it's within your reach. This first step and those that follow depend only on you. This wisdom echoes that of water, of the tree, of stone, sculpted by centuries. It reminds us that great things don't begin with great things. They begin with things so small, we barely notice them.

And it's precisely because they're small, that they're possible. It's precisely because they're humble that they can slip into our lives without triggering the resistance that the great leap always triggers. Because the great leap always triggers resistance. And this is where we can understand why our January surges so often end, In February, abandonments. When we try to change everything at once, the body resists, the mind exhausts itself. Willpower crumbles like a sandwall against the tide.

We want to run a marathon when we haven't walked in months. We want to meditate for an hour, when we can't sit in silence for five minutes. We want to write a book, when we haven't written a page in years. This gap between what we're going to be. we demand of ourselves and what we're actually capable of creates tension. And this tension doesn't transform us.

It breaks us. There's a violence in the Great Leap we don't always see, because this violence is directed against ourselves, and we call it ambition, discipline, but the body doesn't make this distinction. For the body, an impossible demand is an assault, whether it comes from outside or inside. And faced with assault, the body does what every living organism does.

It defends itself. It resists. It sabotages. It abandons. So it's not our weakness that makes us abandon our resolutions. It's our intelligence. Something in us knows that the pace we're imposing isn't viable. That the violence we're inflicting on ourselves

isn't necessary, that the path we've chosen leads to exhaustion rather than transformation. If we could look at this abandonment with a little compassion, rather than the shame that usually accompanies it, we could see invaluable lessons. We'd see the wisdom of the body that refuses to submit. The wisdom of the organism that knows, before we know it, that other ways of changing exist. Gentleer ways, slower ways, more sustainable ways. If small steps are so powerful, why do we systematically choose the path that doesn't work?

Our culture celebrates radical transformations, those striking before and afters where someone passes in a few months from one state to another, unrecognizable, triumphant. It values the feat, the performance, the record. It tells stories of total change, spectacular rebirth, personal revolutions. Small steps don't make good stories.

No one will write an article about the person who meditated three minutes every morning for five years. No one will share on social media the story of someone who walks, 10 minutes a day, until, without realizing it, they became someone who walks an hour every morning. And yet, these are the stories that are true. These are the paths that lead somewhere. The spectacular transformations we admire so much are either statistical exceptions no one can reproduce, or facades hiding a silent return to square one a few months or years later.

What lasts, what holds, what truly transforms a life, is almost always invisible, slow and humble. But we don't see it because we've learned to look only at what shines. There's a trap in this blindness. By not seeing the power of what is small, we condemn ourselves to endlessly restart the same cycle. The grand surge, the failure, the guilt, the abandonment. Then the grand surge again, a few months later, when guilt has sufficiently subsided, cycle is exhausting. It consumes our energy, erodes our self-confidence, and ends up convincing us we're incapable of change,

when the problem was never our capacity to change, but our way of beginning. What if we tried something else? Beginning small isn't an admission of weakness. It's a form of intelligence. Perhaps the highest form of intelligence there is regarding change. Because the small step has a decisive advantage over the great leap. It doesn't trigger resistance. When we decide to meditate an hour every morning, everything in us tenses.

The body protests, the mind negotiates, the will prepares for battle. But when we decide to sit in silence for the, three minutes. Something different happens. It's so little, so modest, so trivial that our defenses don't mobilize. Three minutes is nothing. The body doesn't protest for three minutes. The mind doesn't negotiate for three minutes. The will doesn't need to strain for three minutes. And it's precisely because it's so little that it's possible. It's precisely because it's trivial that it can be done day after day without exhaustion. The small step slips under defenses like water slips between stones. It integrates into our life without creating rupture, without demanding sacrifice, without

requiring heroic effort. It becomes habit before we even realize it. And once it becomes habit, it's more solid than any spectacular resolution, because it no longer rests on willpower, but on the natural momentum of repetition. Here's a paradox our mind struggles to accept. What costs almost nothing takes root much more deeply than what costs us greatly. We believe difficulty guarantees value that what doesn't hurt can't transform. that ease is suspect. But nature's deepest transformations happen without drama,

through patient repetition, through constant presence. Water makes no effort to carve stone. The tree doesn't suffer to grow. Spring doesn't force itself to return. The gentleness of beginning creates the conditions for perseverance. What began without violence can continue without violence. What began without effort can continue without effort. What settled gently into our daily life stays there,

while what imposed itself violently is always dislodged sooner or later. The Taoist sages knew this. They who saw in the suppleness of the reed a strength greater than the rigidity of the oak. The oak resists the storm until it breaks. The reed bends, and it's still there when the storm has passed. But there's an aspect of the first step we haven't yet examined, and it's perhaps the most liberating. This step can be taken today,

and this simplicity is a liberation. It frees us from the anxiety of the distance to cover, from the immensity of the transformation to accomplish, from the length of the journey to undertake. Contemplative traditions have always known this. The Zen monk doesn't ask how he'll meditate for 30 years. He asks how he'll sit this morning. The calligrapher doesn't ask how he'll master the 10,000 characters.

He asks how he'll trace this one now with all his attention. This concentration on the... immediate isn't myopia. It's a form of lucidity that recognizes the present as the only place where we have real power. There's something in this attention to the present that resembles wisdom and also resembles grace. We don't have to carry the weight of the entire journey. We don't have to know where we'll be in a year, in five years, in ten years. We only have to take to take this step, today's step, with whatever presence and gentleness we're capable of, the rest will happen because we'll have created the conditions for it to occur.

This wisdom of the present step is also a wisdom of trust. Taking a single step without knowing the rest of the path means accepting not to control everything, not to foresee everything, not to master everything. It means trusting the process, trusting time, trusting this force that allows in nature as in our lives, what must grow to grow when conditions are met. Like the gardener who plants, waters and waits. The rest doesn't belong to him. And then one day, we look back and see the path traveled.

Those three minutes of morning silence became 10, then 20, then we'll be in the path traveled. then 20, then we no longer count them because they're part of our life like morning coffee. Those 10 minutes of walking became an hour, then a need, then a joy. That paragraph written each day became a page, then a chapter, then a manuscript. We don't know how it happened. We don't know at what moment the small steps added up to form this path. We simply know we're here. somewhere we weren't before.

This transformation wasn't spectacular, and that's precisely why it's solid. What was built slowly doesn't collapse overnight. What took deep root doesn't get torn out at the first storm. What has become part of ourselves no longer needs willpower to exist. There's something deeply comforting in this quiet solidity. January's grand surges gave us the illusion, illusion of change, that effervescence, that excitement, that intoxicating feeling of starting

everything over. But the illusion dissipated as quickly as it appeared, leaving us more discouraged than before. Small steps give no illusion. They give almost nothing, in fact, for a long time, and then they give everything all at once without warning, because we finally realize what was there from the beginning, built day after day in the silence of our perseverance. Perhaps a final word must be said about the nature of this path, because it would be tempting to believe the first step is taken only once, that there's a beginning, a middle, and an end, and once the first step is accomplished, it's enough to continue straight ahead.

But that's not how things work. The journey of a thousand miles doesn't begin just once. It begins again every day. Each day is a new beginning. Each morning puts us before the same choice. Take the step or don't take it. And each morning we must choose anew. It's not because we meditated yesterday that we'll meditate today.

It's not because we walked yesterday that our legs will set themselves in motion this morning. The first step repeats again and again, and this repetition isn't a defeat. It's the very nature of the path. There's something deeply soothing in this idea when you really think about it, because it means each day wipes the slate clean, that yesterday's failure doesn't continue. condemn today, that even if we missed yesterday's step, this morning's is intact, fresh, available, as if it had never been missed. The path doesn't remember our absences. It's always there,

patient, ready to welcome us exactly where we are, without reproach, without condition, without memory of our failings. Those who believe discipline is a permanent state achieve once and for all are mistaken. Discipline is a daily choice, a renewed gesture, a first step retaken each morning with the same humility as the very first day. And that's precisely what makes it beautiful, because if the first step had to be taken only once, it would need to be perfect, decisive, irreversible. But since it repeats each morning, it can be imperfect, hesitant. and be taken with fatigue, with doubt, with the temptation to stay in bed. It doesn't need to be heroic.

It just needs to be taken. And perhaps this is, ultimately, the deepest wisdom we can draw from Lao Tzu's simple phrase. The journey of a thousand miles doesn't demand extraordinary courage. It doesn't demand superhuman willpower. It doesn't demand an infallible plan. It simply demands one step, just one, the first, and the patience to take it again tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that, with all the gentleness and all the indulgence we're capable of toward ourselves.