Life sucks, and sometimes it makes you think and do things that are unbelievably hard to think or do. And that is normal…at least I think.
Is it possible that even if you love what you do, too much of it becomes toxic?
The very event of being 100% engaged in every project you make for yourself just burns you out before you even begin.
Habits don’t just make a person, but a person makes their habits, which in turn, make the person.
I think that we each have a personal story to tell.
A story that we never fully realize, but we tell nonetheless, and each of those stories is important!
Things are not always right because they are hard, but if they are right one must not mind if they are also hard.
We like to talk about traveling and vacationing away from home, but I wonder how often we stop and experience the local sites?
When you want to be someplace, physically, mentally, academically, professionally, spiritually, or whatever you’re after. You can’t get where you want to go without it being terribly uncomfortable first.
Even if you are comfortable. Especially if you’re comfortable. That’s when its most important to keep yourself from falling into mediocrity.
I want to hear from the Thing that organized all of this. The Thing that made the magic of life and spirit and soul intermingle into this humanoid form.
Maybe we are all the Atlas’s of our own worlds or maybe we just psych ourselves into thinking we are.