I am done letting all these selfish, uninspiring, disgusting leeches suck the life force from me. Honestly. It’s time to get some shit done. I am breaking away from the pack. I am not bitter, I have no grudges with anyone, I have taken the past week to say good-byes in my heart and commit to rewriting my future.
I say re-writing my future because I know for a fact that we truly do create our reality. That is a huge concept. I finally get it.
And I know what I want and I’m not going to sit around saying “I want to do this”–I am just going to do it.
Maybe you have been in a race before. And maybe the opponent was not really a threat–you knew you would win before it began. So you didn’t really try. And maybe you actually ended up losing but it wasn’t because of your capability, it was because you flat out didn’t try. Because you didn’t need to prove it to yourself.
I have gone thus far in life not even competing.
My passion is not writing or drawing or any one thing in particular–my passion is just quite simply…my imagination.
Edmund Burke said “There is a boundary to men’s passions when they act from feelings; but none when they are under the influence of imagination.”
I guess what I am trying to say is that my imagination is about to be revealed in a very big way. And that is the only promise I can guarantee.