remember to love in the wild
and fight in the gym
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grey areas? qu'est-ce que c'est?
everything in cassland is served up in those two banal shades: black or white. i'm very good at throwing in the towel if something (anything) i start begins to deviate from what had originally been conceived, successfully convincing myself that any effort invested in said thing would be in vain as, of course, no matter how tirelessly i worked from that point on, the thing in question would never be perfect again. oui?
my brain's illogical justification of quitting, for the win!
it was only very recently (say... a few hours ago) that i consciously accepted defeat. something significant i have grasped onto over the past few weeks is that i can actually live up to my own inflated expectations if i focus. what a concept! only, for me, to "focus" means pouring obsessively over every small task, living on espresso and no sleep, and second-third-fourth-fifth-guessing my instincts.
take that, self.
and welcome to casstopia!
i wanted to be a painter. but discovered i wan't picasso.
ReplyDelete...which means i couldn't be picasso overnight.
i wanted to be a writer. but im no bukowski. no rimbaud.
i'd like to sing. but i have no voice.
i'd like to be an adventurer but really i like reading in bed with the curtains shut.