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Ok, so you seek out unhealthy sources of validation. But deep down you really feel like making, like developing a skill. You don't feel like browsing or organising. You feel like flow state. You feel like writing but you always feel like writing. You feel like writing is the only way out of this collapse. You write the story you're about to start living. You write to remember who you are. You write for yourself in the future. You write yourself into existence. Without making a mark you are barely existing. I suppose okay, sure, you might have been wrong about everything. You might have malignant narcissism, and you might only be causing pain for the people you love. You might not love anyone at all, not really anyway. You might know love only from a distance. You might have a pathological obsession with knowing yourself. It might be OCD. You might have given up 7 years ago. You might be searching forever. You might lose everything you've ever worked for and that might be the second best thing to happen to you. I might be the first. You might not have the right venue, the right medium, the right stage, just yet. You might have to build one for yourself. Maybe you're supposed to focus not on the delivery but on the content. Maybe you should find new channels to communicate your perspective. You said, what's the point if you're not the one in control. But what is the point if no one ever sees it. You said consistency is the only prerequisite to success. You said you hate routine. You try to write a routine but spent must of your time optimising. Always too busy planning to carry out the plan. You said you don't know how to start. You start by letting go of the plan. The plan will emerge when you're in the middle of it, stitching together the past with the future, you find direction. You know the only healthy source of validation is in letting go, in vulnerability, in welcoming pain. We share our pain and are met with affection. We throw the ball back and forth.
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every year the time passes and i say "wow i can't handle the passage of time" and the time continues to pass and the cycle repeats
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Devastating! Art museum gift shop doesn’t sell prints of specific and unpopular painting that struck a cord with you!
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hannibal letter if he was in a water level in super mario brothers
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A page from the book by Antoine de Saint-Exupery “The Little Prince”, written in Braille.
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Undercover: "T" Collection spring/summer 2006 Designed By: Jun Takahashi
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you will feel so alive again.. like so incredibly alive. i dont know when that will be but it will be. u are gonna feel so alive that ur cheeks hurt from smiling oh man oh man i promise that day is coming. you do have a future, you do have good things coming, and you’ll survive everything that’s thrown at you until you reach that day
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Red Angel- Zale Central Cemetery. Ljubljana. Slovenia
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happy first Bella From Twilight Depression Month
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