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It's easy to sit at your computer or lay across your floor or bed and think
wow
I really wish I could have done that differently.
But then, you think, gosh well...I still have it good.
I am never completely satisfied.
I suppose that's good and bad. Because it means I always have to struggle to be grateful and that I have a purpose in life. I think these things simultaneously-both positive and negative aspects of wanting. Those dual contradictions really fuck you up.
This is when I get frustrated and imagine my mind as a blank slate, like a chalkboard with white dust on the bottom. And my cerebrum forms the metal grooved ridges where the chalk lies. I get creative inside my head.
The difficulty with this is the execution of creativity. I wonder if people think I'm creative. Maybe I'm just imaginative. Maybe everyone is. My mind takes me strange places when I allow it to. That much I know. And the difficulty is the imaginative execution of it all onto paper.
wow
I really wish I could have done that differently.
But then, you think, gosh well...I still have it good.
I am never completely satisfied.
I suppose that's good and bad. Because it means I always have to struggle to be grateful and that I have a purpose in life. I think these things simultaneously-both positive and negative aspects of wanting. Those dual contradictions really fuck you up.
This is when I get frustrated and imagine my mind as a blank slate, like a chalkboard with white dust on the bottom. And my cerebrum forms the metal grooved ridges where the chalk lies. I get creative inside my head.
The difficulty with this is the execution of creativity. I wonder if people think I'm creative. Maybe I'm just imaginative. Maybe everyone is. My mind takes me strange places when I allow it to. That much I know. And the difficulty is the imaginative execution of it all onto paper.