#anxiouscollective

Personally, I would like to call myself an artist, my life is to create. Whether it be ideas, crafts, images, thoughts, or designs. I learned to do it all. I understand that I create my life. All I need to so is pick one of many imaginations in my mind and invest every waking moment into it turning what I see alive. My imagination ruins my life... Well thats one way to describe the burning passion in my gut, that ball of nothing that turns black when anxious, red when mad, and blue when sad... Yeah, we all know this feeling that conveying. It keeps us up an night, it keeps food from settling in our stomachs, it reduces our ability to hold a conversation. As of now I am waking up to figure out who I am, how to accept who I am, and how to work with who I am. One day I shall be using this as an advantage instead of suffering by thinking that I am less than I truly am as a human being. There are problems big and small that have the potential to keep us from reaching our potential. But only if we allow it. Many of us unkowingly realize that we are all learning from each other, learning from our own mistakes, and learning why it isn't our place to judge someone who is in the same place we were in the past. Days or months, the concept is still the same. Did we all not make mistakes and fail in the streets time and time again before the epiphany struck causing us to realise that only needed to apply ourselves? We should know very well the truth that I am preaching is most indeed fact. This is the truth about figuring out how every action has a consequence big or small. How letting the chance of failure decieve you until you lock the world out.