#thoughtsfromafar

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Feeling as though you only deserve mediocre happiness, will only give you mediocre happiness ...

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If you have never met someone, where you can see your whole life in front of your eyes, within the depths of their soul and caves of their minds, if you have never met someone who’s presence alone brings you utter bliss and fulfillment, someone who’s love encourages your entire entity, and someone who in turn, you love back ... without a why or a wherefore, unconditionally, intensely, hard and fast, then I hope one day you do, I pray one day you do. And when you do, you will know, there will be no question, no insecurity, and they too, will know. And this, this person, this is your “one”.

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K

Darling, don't dilly dally in something that isn't fulfilling, that doesn't make your heart beat faster than it ever has ... don't put pressure on anything less then setting your soul into flames .. Waddling in the what if's and the mediocrity does nothing but keep your life, and yourself mediocre... and you my dear are most certainly not mediocre.

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Letter to those who doubted me:

To those who didn’t believe in me or the arts, to those who made me feel small and inadequate, and to myself, who, at times, I didn’t even believe in.

If you want to achieve greatness, stop asking for permission; from anyone.

I didn’t get to where I️ am today by luck, or chance, or imitation. Imitation will only make you as good as the best. I have worked hard, challenged higher ups, brought forth new ideas, owned my own game. I kept my passion for creativity and the arts alive. I did not amend my values and morals. I did not try to fit a mould. I am constantly learning. Utilizing any and all resources; past, present and future. I️ surround myself with positive, creative individuals. I am happy.

Someone define success for me, because this sure feels like it.

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I’m doing it again.

Falling back into old patterns, stronger than ever.

Because it is comfortable.

Because it is all I know.

Toxicity is all I know.

I am learning to love it, I don’t have much other choice.

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I miss us. But I don’t miss you, not truthfully.

Photos made us look happier than we were

And it’s not that we weren’t happy...

But it’s not that we were either

We just were.

It was a facade I had put on for most of my life. It really wasn’t all that different from person to person.

Reminiscing on those photos provides this false sense of loss, of missing someone who really, I had never missed before.

It is coming to the realization that, when that person was around I did not long for them, I didn’t miss them the way you are supposed to I don’t think ...

Those photos play tricks on my mind, making me believe in a false state of happiness ... and although I know this, it is still sad. We simply played pretend for too long.

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But how do you compete with a memory,

Memories are always better than it really was.

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Drink

She’s the one everyone falls in love with

Fast and hard

They don’t even know they are falling until they hit the ground

And it is not a padded grassy ground

Rather pavement, with cracks and bumps

... not all that different from her ..

You see, she is cracked, bent, bumped ...

and as much as they all fall hard and fast, no one sticks around to smooth out the bumps. They leave as fast as they came. In the amount of time it takes her to throw back a beer... they have already left, with no intention of looking back, onto their next conquest. Her glass is empty. And so she orders another ... the same way she does her women.