musings & art of living · Go big & then go home.
„It doesn’t have to be perfect.“
It can’t be. Perfectionism is a disease. It’s not even a wound; it’s a lie in a lie in a lie. It’s a promise wrapped in the destruction of the soul.
„It doesn’t have to be polished right now.“
Your art doesn’t „have to be“ anything. Except for holding a piece of your heart, of your soul. To help you exhale.
„„it doesn´t have to be““ weiterlesen
an existence without corners,
without nooks;
nothing stays.
(how would a freed dead-space (un)fold or (un)furl itself?)
[translated from german]
I’m another person when I sit.
I have other sensations and perceptions, other thoughts, other stims – this Me is a different puzzle.
I won’t ever and can’t ever have the answer.
But I will have a answer, maybe even one that points me in the right direction.