Finding your hidden Mickey.
When I think about things that come. I think I must be insane. Why would I ever think I could make it? Millions try daily. Most of them fail. Do I have what it takes? I think so. I don’t know why. But I do. It’s probably only because I’m still trying. Others just give up. They do you know. Give up. I wish I could say I have not seen others fail. Unfortunately I have. It’s not like I have not failed. I know I have. That’s why I am humble. Everyday I am thankful. Truly I am. I am still the teenager in Mr. Sloan’s class drawing while learning psychology and history from this great teacher. Did I learn anything about myself? yes. Yes I did. He saw it as well. I am a survivor. I see the mathematics behind it all. I just wish others did as well. I hate seeing others fail. Give up. Die. Then again. It is just making room for those who continue.
It’s all a numbers game and repetition of ones own muses, inspirations, desires and addictions.
Another thought of yours truly.