I know I’ve always been able to form very honest and sincere looking words. Actually writing them for the first time and putting myself on the page and seeing myself?
“You talk yourself out of creation. As a kid you have the ability to create, you can make a box into a frickin’ rocket ship, but you grow out of that. I wish that I had given myself the opportunity to figure that out.”
For every rule don’t we know an exception?
This isn’t another post about discipline, or work ethic. I said yesterday that I know what I have to do. This is a post about a depression.
“-when I came back I thought, ‘I guess I’m gonna give this another shot.’ It took a lot of work. A lot of work. It was making the decision that instead of ignoring the fact that I have a certain brain chemistry I decided to do what I could to get better.”
-it adds up and you’ve gone out on a journey somewhere new, somewhere wonderful.
In 1879, a postman Ferdinand Cheval was struck by the qualities of a random stone he tripped on while on his mail route.