Writing to Think

I just want to get to the point where I make money only through the things I give a shit about.

The thing with resentment is that, if you don't confront it, it can bury itself so deep into your unconcious that you won't even know its there; and when it's poison seeps out into your thoughts and infects your mind with rage and hatred, you'll be completely ignorant to the fact that you are burying yourself with it.

To me, the hardest thing isn't trying to do something, but choosing what to do... Choosing to walk through one door means you shut the door on another. How do you decide which doors to open and close when there's so much you want to experience in life? When there's so many ways you want to grow?... How do you decide before time shuts all doors and you're left wandering the hallways until the end?

Sometimes it scares me to think about how much I've isolated myself from people. I sometimes wonder; if I were to die today, how many people would actually know I had died? How long would it take for the news to reach them? Would the news ever reach them? How long would it take for them to move on from my passing?... I don't want to alarm anyone into thinking that I'm thinking of comitting suicide, becasue I'M NOT. There are enough (not many but enough) people in my life to remind me that death isn't an option, thank god... It's just a thought that pops into my head from time to time.