Our entire lives is a performance. A dream.
The audience? I truly can’t tell.
But I know that what we call reality isn’t the entire truth of existence.
So you call yourself a thing but you never create the thing.
“I am a writer, yet you write nothing”.
It doesn’t have to be brilliant at first, it only needs to exist.
Brilliance comes from repetitive reformation, like polishing a glass.
Your desire for the applause and recognition of many strangers would become your deterrent from creating great work.
As you will always perform for an audience that will never be satisfied and then forget to create for yourself.
Are you so little minded that all you care for are your emotions?
The world stands unbending to your will and your greatest distress is the comfort of another?
Rise. Possess. Rule.
Strive with all your effort for the things you desire. M
Yet live humbly in your consciousness that all your striving is no guarantee.
Still strict with the intention of its possibility
It’s all a humiliation ritual and a charade.
This entire dance of existence as a specie.
Work, work, work, laugh a little, more work to escape a system created by people who may or may not even exist in the world we live in.
A constant struggle for meaning and survival.
The obvious choice isn’t always the only choice.
For the reason that you do not perceive it doesn’t deny it’s existence.
So today, choose excellence, choose greatness. Even if you do not see it yet.
No wisdom is new.
In fact, no knowledge is new—only undiscovered.
However, what is always evolving is intelligence.
The application of knowledge to situations to the attainment of a desired outcome.
You cannot always dictate the actions of another towards you.
In friendships,
In love,
In business.
Still, you can predict and by this guard or prepare yourself in response to however they choose to lean—particularly in the event they falter against you.
Every action I now take in regards to love is not to be loved but because I already love.
Though it is my desire to me loved as dearly as I love another—my love for them is independent of their love for me.
Albeit, I will not water a garden that refuses to bloom.