Relative is the side line on the game of greatness as one’s watch from the benches and others get up to bullshit strut with the other actors. What the hell does that even mean? We act like we are, we become who we pretend to be. The characteristics of being great can come from the amazing things one has done, knows, or other stuff but any deed or feat does not compare to the way they treat themselves. People are infinitely more concerned with themselves than anyone else, so the most important treatment to you is from you. You give you the most attention. Therefore if you treat you like you are awesome, shit bro, majority vote is in.

Another important quality of self-love, appreciation, and feelie mushy shit is people will always bullshit you because they don’t know you. They know the person you act like, shit you say and circles you keep, etc. There have been centuries of philosophy trying to prove that we can know thought is not the brain or body and in all that work all we can use to relate knowing another’s thoughts is their behavior and in-depth reasoning littered with semantic issues riddled with more circular logic than a fire-spinner has. Only you truly know you, so only you can actually judge yourself and yet you are always in the able to change and redefine yourself.

My final thought on this is nothing of summation but of that ace you forgot you have. All the feelings you have ever had are created by you. That great kiss, incredible sunset, moonrise may have inspired it. Yet if it was there alone, it would simply be. The awe or whatever you felt was created by you. You took part in making of that beauty for what is art if nobody observes it? Ideas cannot be conceived if no mind thinks of them. All that thought you have created, all the beauty you enjoyed, all the horrors you have felt were made by you. That feeling could not have existed without you. Therefore you are as great as any of those which you chose to identify yourself with the same as you can identify with being a painter, a mother, a motorcycle rider, a dancer or whatever. It is yours and you are of that.

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