The perceived need to be cool or great is a bigger weakness than not being cool or great. It deters from being real and castes a haze of pretense over actualities. Our fears can haunt us if we do not confront them and if we do not recognize them. So often we are not aware of our pretense because it has become so second nature. That is truly haunting…

The phenomenological worth you give to yourself is the experience completely up to your decision using the imagination for how great you can be. There is no measurement only a feeling and this reverberates through all of one’s life.

We fall into line because we are afraid of the scribbles. Those out of whack lines that make no sense and don’t look too nice. Someday those scribbles could be Van Gough though. And someday those lines could be bars we don’t even notice…

Those who do not critique themselves are often seen by those who beat themselves up as good reason to continue their own beatings. But at what point does one stop and ask the bus driver where they are headed? There is a point but where and when do change the gears and question the map…

People expect too much of themselves and so commonly beat themselves up when they are happy if they have guilt reaping their conscious and subconscious. There is no reason to be guilt if you don’t feel the crime is wrong but a dance itself all noble and mislabeled. But we must understand our guilt before it can be vanquished…

The world isn’t trying to beat you, its trying to tenderize you. Because you are meat and it wants to make you tasty. People go through horrific or minimal pain and it can break you down or let you see new walks of life. What makes that difference to being dangerously cultured and strong to being broken and pitiful…