The reality is a collective hallucination,
so look for mistakes.
…and if you were to compare this mental proces to an erection, you could describe it as „crumbling concret with your penis”.
We are giving the half of oneself back, but do we know what for and why? And the most important, do we know to whom we are giving our time?…
SATAN? Is that you? Did you set a schedule for me today?
It could be seemed that the creative work is giving freedom, satisfaction, purpose of life… yhy, if it is possible to call the purpose the act of planing mass murder because of professional frustration, so yes, it is this way, always it is some purpose 🙂
Exactly, people from whom we laughed our ass off in a secondary school, capable to blow up this mess in a shallow poppy. (Sounds like a plan)
It would have been warmly welcomed if those advices were given by people experienced in certain area and not from people of “I’ve read „Steve Jobs” and I am the imperator of innovation, bitch!” kind.
Attention! Personal reflection – so much I would like to turn back the time and to hit myself into the snout, since the road which I just went up is requiring, treacherous and full of townies hidden in the bushes with baseballs.
At the beginning each one of us is callow, ambitious, searching for challenges, which will carefully groom our exaggerated ego – and… fucking shit, wall called REALITY.