Free Write 2020-09-16-01
You're spiraling out of control. You look around to see if anyone else notices. They're not even paying attention. No one is watching. Your thoughts bounce around in your head. You've lost control to reign them in. You don't know what to do at this point. All you can do is wait out the storm.
Write as a writer. Hold yourself accountable to getting the job done. You don't have to flow through it. You just have to do it. We're made up of many parts.
Where do your beliefs come from? You didn't wake up putting together your memories. You didn't design yourself today. You woke up like that. Design happens over a longer period of time. Your parts, your fragments create you as a wholeβeach win and loss. Your struggle is beautiful. Don't enamorize your battle. You don't need to be a martyr to succeed. Find shortcuts. Waking up every day is a gift we all take for granted.
Can you turn fantasy into reality? How good are you at making things happen? It's those moments that we say to ourselves, "I can't believe I'm doing this!" I live for that realization. Let that moment come from all the cumulative work that you put in. Each idea you patiently waited on. It'll all be worth it. You're ascending; you just can't detect it. Progress is difficult to measure in a snapshot. Be patient. Keep at it. Do the work you need to do each day.
Today is a difficult morning. I woke up with brain fog. Listening to the keyboard types is therapeutic. Drink water upon getting up.
When you meet an obstacle, be a wave crashing on a rock. Create a beautiful collision. After you collide with it, you should not be the same. Reach for what you want. Stretch yourself thin. Scream at the top of your lungs. Live a saturated life. Look foolish. Break your own mold. All you are is an 80-year long chemical reaction. And you react to the world around you. Integrate with the universe. Own your part of the puzzle. See things from obscure angles.
Close your eyes and dream up a world you'd like to live in. Make it true. Build a scaffolding of a dream. Blueprint it. Design the rooms, the flooring, the doors, the wallpaper. Pick a starting point and work on it. You are the project.
Fold your consciousness in on itself. Walk a street without a name. See faces you'll never pass again. Breathe in the moment. It's fleeting. Have many fleeting moments. Appreciate how rich your boring reality really is. That's happening for each and every single one of us. We're all missing pieces of our own experience. You're ephemeral. You're royal. Goof around. Piss people off. Apologize. Find things that bewilder you.
This universe is fucking strange, ain't it? Yet, it feels like home. The strangeness feels all too familiar.














