𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐈
I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind swallows me into my own madness.
The tug of self-destruction and the desire to defy mortality by creating an everlasting mark upon this world are uneasy acquaintances. The strident edginess behind a artist’s searchlight voice is a product of the natural tension that engenders when an apathetic artist believes death could arrive tonight.
I am jolted from my chronic states of laziness and mental neglect with a trolling inertia that dampens my aptitude to love life.
I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself. I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.
Having a low opinion of yourself is not 'modesty.' It's self-destruction. Holding your uniqueness in high regard is not 'egotism.' It's a necessary precondition to happiness and success.
We must each navigate a private expedition into the dense jungle of the mind. One must daringly respond to the call of autonomy in order to escape a caged in life of attachment, desolation, and self-destruction.
-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝟏 🦇 - 7 minutes ago