I’d like the appearance of success, but if that doesn’t work out…
The feeling of success will do just fine.
A modern tide generator pulls power when the tide comes in, and again when the tide goes out.
You can get rich betting on the stock market going up, or down.
We can’t always choose our emotions, but we can choose what we do with the fuel they give us.
Your love gives me fuel.
So does your distaste..
And it’s all going to the same place.
My convictions are a long and heavy train, ready to change course, and utterly unstoppable in its forward momentum.
Get on the train, I love company. Hook your own train car on the back. Throw things at the train. Yell at the train. Hop in front of the train. It makes no difference to me. There’s plenty of coal and a raging fire.
The dance will continue to the end of the track.
Image Note: Inspired by D.A.N.C.E. MSTRKRFT Remix ( Link )
I heard these words a long time ago in the movie Treasure Planet and they always stuck with me. I like repeating them to myself whenever I feel judged, embarrassed, anxious, hopeless, whatever. I like remembering my arms still move, words still come out of my mouth, brains still on. Nobody’s taken anything from me and unless they kill me dead they never could. I exist, I’ll keep existing. You can love it, I can love it, you can hate it, I can hate it, doesn’t matter, still here. Still gonna be here. Still enjoying it up, down, sideways, standing still. Still stilling.
Your move universe.
Here’s the link to the song if you’re interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_tth9Yz4jc
My dad taught me how to stand up alone. My mom taught me how to love anybody. My oldest friend taught me how to stop and help when other people won’t. My sisters taught me how to forgive. My dogs taught me how to laugh at my own jokes. People along the way taught me how to change. And I taught myself that I can be invincible.
Rich and getting richer…
Sometimes in life you come across the question “How would you rate your self confidence?”. When I see that question I usually want to select “Extremely confident” and “Not at all confident” simultaneously. I think it could best be summed up with the following sentence: “I’m the best, right?”.
The key word there is the “right?’ at the end. Because I’m a supremely confident–almost arrogant–person, but only if other people approve of that analysis, right?
It’s what happens when you go through life loving yourself while simultaneously assuming that everybody else hates you, and you really don’t need it. That I am extremely confident about.
Someone wrote a 1700 WORD POST in response to my Brain Pilots post which essentially states that I am a narcissistic leech who needs Christ. 1700 WORDS! In addition to being 100% accurate it’s probably the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen. It means my words have a response power ratio of 1910%. I’m basically Ashton Kutcher now.
AND, just in time for the post about me being a lazy bastard and my new fame I’ve completed my illustration about aiming high. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don’t please submit your thesis on why it sucks by May 30 for review.
Do you feel that? It’s the sound of everyone judging you. Like the low whine of a vacuum cleaner on the wrong floor setting. You can rest easy tonight though denizens. We’re all weirdos with stuff to hide. When your boss does find your anonymous cake blog you probably think he’ll never look at you the same way again, but more likely he’ll just say “Hey, I too enjoy a good cake.”
We’re all defendants in a courtroom with no jury. Being weird is the only state of existence. There’s no judge, just a hologram.
Sure maybe nothing’s ever quite as good as you pictured it in your head, but that’s a good thing. It’s like you’re in the Tour de France and your coach is barking strategies out a car window. You’ll never catch him, guys in a damn car, but at least you have something to chase. That stupid voice you’ll never catch up to might be annoying, but it’s on your team.
Image inspired by Anonymous at Robotic Raven