I am so fed up with this daily grind of just being able to survive. I'm breaking out of this prison of boredom if it fucking kills me, but for now... fuck work! I'm watching the Mario Movie with my siblings.

Fuck it!

I'm supposed to be sad about it, but I honestly feel as if my life is only just beginning. I feel like a butterfly finally coming out of their cocoon. I've always been a late bloomer after all.

The way of the mystic is to let every outcome in life lead them along the path of progress; to go with the flow as to fight is to flee from one's own destiny.

I simply do not care. He is a dreamboat-and-a-half.

I have been thinking for awhile now that the patterns, symbols, and ideals humanity has formed is a very natural desire to always want to understand the world around us, but the problem lies therein on trying to assign control to things that do not always need to be controlled. Sometimes one needs to stop for a moment and come to the revelation that the greatest way to have order within one's self is to realize that everything around us is indeed just chaos, chaos in its purest form, and when everything is chaos, nothing is, so you can calm down now.

Not only can I not really play any instrument well-enough live, but I just don't like the atmosphere personally. I'm up there on stage showing off myself and making people feel inferior to me. I would never wanna make anyone feel that way, but maybe I am just overthinking; I'm not entirely sure.

And if they take your love, give them war!

The fact that we are just a small speck in a seemingly infinite universe means that the possibilities in our own lives are also by nature, limitless. Calm down! There is nothing to fear. We are merely like the ape afraid of its own reflection in the mirror with our weariness of the unknown. We simply just don't understand everything fully yet, and that is okay.

Special to me anyway. I will possibly reveal more about it in the future if I feel comfortable enough to.