When I asked my brain for directions, it spun me in circles.
And even though I was lost, I still trusted its terrible coordination.
But the internet that kept me connected was ” I want this” “I like this” “I should have this” …
Well friends, if the destination that your GPS is searching for is likes & wants, you’re gonna drive off a bridge or into an ocean.
I had to lose it all to wake up to the life that I made.
The world I hated wasn’t the world, it was mine.
I made this by dreaming about who I could be, instead of working with who I am. If you crashed, have nothing left, no direction, no money and no hope, you have it all.
That’s as close to a blank slate as you’re ever gonna get, and my blank slates are what I needed to rewrite my history.
If you’re a prisoner, fulfill your duties.
Do the stupid little shit, and get good at getting your job done. Sometimes, the only way out is just DOING it.
Within the torture are the tools, Within the suffering is the solution.
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