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there is nothing more potent and motivational towards the application of the arts than failure. i find, oftentimes, the application of my own personal happiness makes for, perhaps, more quick writings; more happy little sonnets and limericks. however, my deepest and most [personally] respectable works have all been deeply influenced by the anger, or hate, or sadness, or guilt, or regret, or the bitternesses of my own suddenly pathetic moments in this life.
in these pitiful moments i am able to take that big step backward toward the nothing. far enough to view life as it should be and not simply as it is.
in these moments of simple complexity i am happy. i am able to understand that great things are achieved through suffering, through the anguish of everyday living and through the angst every young person goes through on the wide path to becoming a true human being - with the words to express the nuances that make us more than just dust in the wind.
in these pitiful moments i am able to take that big step backward toward the nothing. far enough to view life as it should be and not simply as it is.
in these moments of simple complexity i am happy. i am able to understand that great things are achieved through suffering, through the anguish of everyday living and through the angst every young person goes through on the wide path to becoming a true human being - with the words to express the nuances that make us more than just dust in the wind.