Don't touch, don't look, don't think. Best of luck.
Realization number 8239412034023984092341.
We all are intrinsically independent. Nobody can alter our souls, nobody can remove what makes us human.
I'm beginning to understand that my life is mine, and mine alone. What may come of it is my business and my business only.
Nothing trite can ever have a lasting hold on me, and I hope the same for everyone else. We're not as important as we'd like to believe.
Sure, we may all have that one moment of glory, that one defining experience in our lives where we feel like royalty, but reality takes its toll and we gravitate back towards this thing called EARTH. At least most people do. I can't speak for anyone but myself, but I know that those who don't make do end up with their heads so far deep in the sand pit of this fucking superimposed concept of grandeur that they can't have any sort of consideration or compassion for anyone ever again.
Maybe my personality is too tranquil and mellowed out to grasp the supposed "goal" of excellence and I'm too dim-witted to try and disperse my name like a cheap whore who has received those few extra bucks for some shitty blow. I just don't believe I'm cut out to be so callous that I would choose pomposity and fame over pragmatism.
Call me dull, lackluster, what-have-you; I don't want to be notorious. I want clarity, simplicity, eloquence.
All I know is that I feel like so much time goes to waste because of things that, in retrospect, don't have any importance at all. We can all be visionaries without drawing a hint of attention to ourselves. We just have to keep our heads screwed on.
Perhaps I'm just too humbled. Maybe I need a bit of ardor to compete against all of the other contenders.
Anyway. 4 months and counting.
Hello, big, wide world. My arms are open wide. Embrace me.
P.S. It's amazing what you can learn about yourself when you just stop and listen to yourself. Try it.
We all are intrinsically independent. Nobody can alter our souls, nobody can remove what makes us human.
I'm beginning to understand that my life is mine, and mine alone. What may come of it is my business and my business only.
Nothing trite can ever have a lasting hold on me, and I hope the same for everyone else. We're not as important as we'd like to believe.
Sure, we may all have that one moment of glory, that one defining experience in our lives where we feel like royalty, but reality takes its toll and we gravitate back towards this thing called EARTH. At least most people do. I can't speak for anyone but myself, but I know that those who don't make do end up with their heads so far deep in the sand pit of this fucking superimposed concept of grandeur that they can't have any sort of consideration or compassion for anyone ever again.
Maybe my personality is too tranquil and mellowed out to grasp the supposed "goal" of excellence and I'm too dim-witted to try and disperse my name like a cheap whore who has received those few extra bucks for some shitty blow. I just don't believe I'm cut out to be so callous that I would choose pomposity and fame over pragmatism.
Call me dull, lackluster, what-have-you; I don't want to be notorious. I want clarity, simplicity, eloquence.
All I know is that I feel like so much time goes to waste because of things that, in retrospect, don't have any importance at all. We can all be visionaries without drawing a hint of attention to ourselves. We just have to keep our heads screwed on.
Perhaps I'm just too humbled. Maybe I need a bit of ardor to compete against all of the other contenders.
Anyway. 4 months and counting.
Hello, big, wide world. My arms are open wide. Embrace me.
P.S. It's amazing what you can learn about yourself when you just stop and listen to yourself. Try it.