How hard we work to overburden and overcomplicate our lives!
Was I happy? Maybe more content than
bouncing-off-the-sofa-like-Tom-Cruise-ecstatic, but that’s still happy isn’t it?
Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the ‘true colors’ of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one’s natural self.
In these days of faith-cures, and hypnotism, and telepathy, and subliminalities – why, the simple old world grows very confusing. But rarely, very rarely novel.
wtf even is my sexuality
I write romance stories and although I want it to be a beautiful work of art, I am afraid that I will live in the story I created in my mind. It’s all in my mind I know, but sometimes, the romance becomes too ideal and realistic for me that I soon fall for the hero that was just a product of my imagination. I think that is both an fearful obstacle and a proof that somehow, you are succeeding to touch a reader’s heart – even if it is yours.
Knowledge is the name professors give to the confusion they create.
Don’t be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.
Confused? Confusion is good. It’s an excellent place to learn something new from.
You and I are the remains of an unfulfilled legacy, heirs to a kingdom of stolen identities and ragged confusion.