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I want to be a creator.

I want to be greater.

How can i possibly achieve my potential? Why do i strive to thrive? Why do i hate to debate what is necessary to truly understand “what is necessary?”
I’ve been lost for too long in the maze of my mind and i can never unwind the tangled line that crosses its own path too many times.
Again, and again. Too many times…

Too many times i’ve lied for myself. Died for myself and tried for myself, and forgotten everyone else. And so i’ve forgotten myself.

What would your mother say if she knew?
She already does, it’s you who must learn. The only defeat is defeating yourself.

How many times now?
Endless and bound to follow this path of trial and error. All i can do is isolate the variables and try again and again and again. Circles in my mind make circles in time which circles all of us into this one life.

Perhaps tomorrow.
Perhaps tomorrow it will be the way i imagine it to be, the best version of me living joyfully and giving to others the power to be, too.
But for today all i can say is i don’t have the strength to do it alone. I need you and you need me. And We, We can do anything. If We don’t let me get in the way of We, then our moonshot factory will supercharge itself to carry us into the universe of creative possibility.

Standing as one, 10,000 strong, she said.

I know it but how do i feel it? I’ll have to appeal it, to a greater authority to vest in me the power to polish the surface of my soul.

Rub and shine and wax and scrape, scrape away the… shit. The excrement generated time and again by the monster guarding the gate. The one i put in place on that terrible day when a child’s clarity was bartered for an adult costume that somehow seemed better equipped to ward off the demons of the world.
And yet.

The worst crime against humanity is the enslavement of our own humanity in service of erecting better barriers. Your unwillingness to be free is the utmost betrayal to everyone who has never had the choice.