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King Balthazar,
Every single choice from where to start your life to when to take your next breath is pertinent to your growth. Some things are permanent. Understanding that there are points in time that will change the course of your life completely.
This should serve as a declaration to join something bigger than one’s self and pledging allegiance to an ambition; a goal. Learning and choosing how to communicate with yourself, your art, your lover, the public. I have been living my life in a perpetual spinning wheel and though I can spend it so well; just living a life devoted to exquisite tastes and killer references something is lacking. Art is choosing to connect and to surpass just simply surviving. Art is the act of sharing the creations of one’s life. I want to find Art without the artifice. I have spent a quarter of my life just lapping it up. Eventually, or better yet logically one must asks themselves is there more to life than this?
Catch phases riddle this question: Life is what you make of it. Rather live a day as a lion than a hundred years as a sheep or some such equivalent. Instead of regurgitating this same message I’ve chosen to take a step closer to the vision of that wild revolutionary fighting in my heart. If you can manage to suspend all judgements then you’ll be freed of others’. Keep singular in message. Begin to create your own scene. A method birthed from a choice to exercise your greatest of muscles; your mind. I keep finding myself testing my own understanding and my own expectations of society’s crumbling walls and testing what I call home. - If hubris is my biggest crime at the end of the day I think I can live with that.
The internet has become the street. So incredibly accessible and vast that you can be virtually invisible. Keep on! Continue to cultivate with intention on what you call home and someday you’ll be able to look yourself in the eye. Create a place of your own. Continue to live with purpose and rebuke the doctrine that has been fed to you. I can see this game for what it is: rats forever running after the same cheese and are left rot feeling ashamed and embarrassed for their own needs and desires. Survive above the game. Channel inner luminosity and just remember:
Happy days are here again.
x/ MdP
