metamorphosis through which one must come to terms with their own beauty and the harrowing reality that they have prevented themselves from being it, prevented themselves from seeing it.
choosing least fare at every crossroad in denial of one's own destiny, in denial of one's own capability, in denial of one's own virtue, in denial of one's own calling.
crying; for this change in state comes only in a death, and the shame of having to put your chance to rest.
a good friend of mine raised an interesting notion that I would like to share:
to live is to lay on a bed of nails. there are many difficulties, but in balance one can distribute their weight and lay comfortably atop them.
should one allow a given problem to get out of hand, to isolate a trouble and make it the center of attention, attempt to ignore or eliminate troubles ((virtuous as that may seem)), many nails recede and one is left to bleed on the remaining, protruding, foremost troubles.
what you know will hurt you.
Revel in the marvels of the universe. We are a collective of forward-thinking individuals who strive to better ourselves and our surroundings through constant creation. We express ourselves through music, art, games, and writing. We also put great value in play. A warm welcome to any like-minded people who feel these ideals resonate with them.