feel the pressures of success and dreaming too big falling upon me. to much thinking, planning, contemplating. when i look back at what makes me happy, its being and not pursuing. i say i wish i could be a bum that likes to do what i do. rock climb today, take pictures, tomorrow, play guitar every other moment. why do i keep trying to race to the top?
why is it that i want to be the best of the best. even if it is fleeting. for one moment to say, i have created success. is this feeling wrong?
a sense of accomplishment.
feeling a bit immature. like i'm walking in circles. maybe i write these daily reflections, to pin a point on where i have come from and where i am going. word vomit.
why is it that i want to be the best of the best. even if it is fleeting. for one moment to say, i have created success. is this feeling wrong?
a sense of accomplishment.
feeling a bit immature. like i'm walking in circles. maybe i write these daily reflections, to pin a point on where i have come from and where i am going. word vomit.
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