A letter to the self, a motivation banter, peek into the
future just to make sure if it is worth making effort at the time. I’m a man of
random thoughts, love to sit around in table lamp light on a Saturday afternoon
with drapes shut down.
Desire is nothing, action is everything. Only after dodging
the waves of pessimistic thoughts, could you ever do something good to oneself
and the ones around. One being praised for crafts absence of being good at it,
is the rage inducing thought.
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