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.

I crave love and admiration but in all my attempts to attain it, I feel like there's this invisible wall that stops me. I'm scared to show someone my soul just for them to not have the eyes to love it or the grasp to hold it. I don't know... romantic love is just so alien to me. 

You can be somebody who hold insurmountable power if you just focus. Direct all your energy and be change maker. Show everyone the pressure you generate. Willpower cut diamonds

I fear of flying too close to the sun. I fear that my ambition will burn so bright I'll be left scorched, and blackened from the emmited heat. I'm scared of becoming disfigured and unrecognizable. A fire starter. A pyromaniac. Fueled by comparison, self-critism, and self-doubt. I fear that I will burn several important things I hold close to my heart. My mind. My soul. My outlook. My art. My love. I hope I find the strength and courage in these uncertain times. 

I am of flesh and yet my inside is of gold  chrome and silver.  Smooth where edges meet, your image is crisp along the silky surface. My heart is like a super nova; a colossal explosion of a red giant.  They say my is soul luminous, that it reflects on polished walls.  A radiant glow and an ethereal warmth.  To be percieved as a devine chalice of positivity To hold Vin Jaune that people take lifetimes to seek.  What an honor.

Someone told me that the life of an artist is lonely. That has been the case lately. I want to hang out with people but to want it to feel purposeful. Otherwise, I am really bored. I mask my boredom with jokes and laughter. It so draining to be around people just for the sake of it. I crave something deeper. I want to talk about things that ignite something inside me. 

 Your brain doesn't just think it explores.

My brain lately has been jumping to different things all the time. It's been kind of overwhelming, and had become extremely difficult for me to do get things done.