Warning : This is me ranting about weird shit in the time right before I fall asleep after a 16 hour day. Skip to the next status in your news feed if you find no interest in such things. I just been thinking. I work hard and do my best with what I have in front of me. But you can never please everyone. And thus, enemies are an inevitable byproduct of prioritizing a chaotic day to day life and career. You have to be kind of forgiving of the guy with 30 arms, 60 dreams, but only 16 hours in a single day and 16 dollars to his name. Im an artist to a fault, for better or worse. What I mean is; My life is a never ending sea of unfocused potential. My mind is a 400 foot cliff with 100,0000 rabbits reproducing and fighting for space on a plateau that never gets wider, only more cramped and violent. The space in between my eyes and your eyes during a normal conversation is occupied with so much thought that its hard to me to even put words together the majority of the time. But I love it, and love life. I like that Im me and Im in a different place than most. It once served as my weakness, an unremovable mask of insecurity. But only because I didnt understand it, or myself. Now it is my strength and my foundation. I just wish there was 10 of me to chase all the dreams I have within the allotted time Ive been blessed with. Tomorrow is a new day!
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 04:29:50 +0000
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