I find myself always chasing for something. Chasing for meaning. I'm always in movement. I wonder if I'll ever feel the kind of relief that just puts everything to a halt. 

One and Two. The birds start chirping. That look in their eyes. Contentment. Love? The look when they admire — the look of a lover. A drowsy trance, a glance away from a dream-like state. As if they’re reading lullabies, songs inscribed along the surface of their soul. Soulmates? One and Two. Rhythm. Melody. Harmony. “Check, one, two.” You look at them. “Testing, one, two, three.” A subtle smile. They look content. The content. The content of a blissful life. A drop of sunshine — fleeting. Then the squawking. One, two, three. Then they look at you. One and Two. “What?” Three: “Nothing.”

I wonder if I'll ever feel the kind of unyielding affection for someone that I'd forget my sense of self worth. Knowing my continual pursuit of self-development, I really doubt it. I'm never going to let myself be devastated but someone else's lack. I am more powerful that I let myself be. 

I feel burnt out. My mind if racing with so many things I should get done. All things that I could probably take my time to do. I have this glitch in my brain that constantly tells me to "GET THINGS DONE" pushing me to the corner where apathy and the uninspired collect. The pressure I put on myself stops me from achieving milestones in my life. Efficiency is good but to achieve excellence you have to be strategic and calculated. Don't burn yourself out, be consistent. 

Our minds are wired for survival not success. 

The ability to move from failure to failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.