The courage to exist as an unfinished and still-becoming being, is an unsettling kind of honesty to admit that my work is a mess today; thus, I would rather carry the burden of a perfect thought that has never left my mind,
The courage to exist as an unfinished and still-becoming being, I am learning to apply my nature to the right things even when the jagged edges of a story that I don't know how to finish or how to heal,
Do I possess the courage to exist as an unfinished and still-becoming being, do I have the strength to step back from the easel and not succumb to the weight of the disappointment that currently resides within my soul,
The courage to exist as an unfinished and still-becoming being, the world is noisy and my work is a reflection of that chaos but there is a staunch determination in my chest that refuses to let the shadows win today…
The shift in perspective is the only way to breathe, yesterday the poem was a work of genius but today it is a lesson in humility and I am finding that the lesson is worth more than the praise I was chasing,
The shift in perspective is the only way to breathe, I am separating what is in my power from what is not but a critical judgment of the world like a storm I cannot control while the pen in my hand is mine,
The shift in perspective is the only way to breathe, will I ever reach a point where the feeling of inadequacy is a tool for growth instead of a weapon I use to wound my own desire to create something new,
The shift in perspective is the only way to breathe, the gap is not a failure of the soul but a map of the journey and I am finally willing to walk the distance even if I stumble every single step of the way…
The persistent drop that yields the ocean to its will, my execution falls short of the vivid vision; however, the act of moving forward is the only remedy I have for the paralysis of a mind that craves progress,
The persistent drop that yields the ocean to its will, I am making peace with the fact that I injured the idea of struggle to bring it into being as this is the only way I can prove that I am still alive and fighting,
The persistent drop that yields the ocean to its will, can I find the value in the fallibility of my own hands when the world is demanding a symmetry and a current style that I am not yet ready or able to give
The persistent drop that yields the ocean to its will, the spirit of disappointment is just a guest who reminds me that I care enough to be hurt by the distance between what I wanted and what I actually made…
The work is better degrees of failure and beyond more, I am returning to the masterpiece in the dream with a sharper eye and a softer heart knowing that the execution is just a thing that can be worked on and improved far further beyond,
The work is better degrees of failure and beyond more, there is no success in the way I imagined it but there is a fierce kind of truth in the way I refuse to let the lifeless lines be the final word of my own story,
The work is better degrees of failure and beyond more, am I finally ready to be educated by the honest reality of my own limitations and the vast beauty of what is uniquely mine, a nature so particular it never needed my permission to exist,
The work is better degrees of failure and beyond more, I will keep the faith even when the result is a mess — because the inadequacy was never a verdict but it was an invitation to the truer light that is mine to shine was never something I had to earn, it was always already here…
Flawed and broken thing existing
Jagged edges of a story
Lessons worth more than praise
Paralysis of a perfect mind
Price of admission to life
