I’m an amateur in general, but especially when it comes to trying something new. With all my constant worrying over what could go wrong, I leave no space for what could go right.
Days full of hope end with nights demanding acceptance. I resist by conceding my progress to unrealistic expectations.
what is it to know sadness? i imagine a school with filled classrooms. scores of desperate, invalidated workers taking the exam that grants them the title of “depressed”. but that melancholy emotion is not confined to the borders of mental illness, so, naturally, there’s a multi-diverse claim to the throne. to say simply, we canContinue reading “sort of”
are we all only co-pilots on our plane ride of emotions? here i sit toggling between anger and sadness like a hologram spitting in and out of picture. tomorrow i’ll be ashamed of today’s actions. then i’ll feel belonging. after that there’ll be too little optimism for rationality. then it’s guilt over what i can’tContinue reading “spin the wheel”
what makes a man a man? domination over women. excessive outbursts of reassuring ego strokes. needs to hunt for prey. a lack of empathy. an emphasis on problem-solving and an ignorance toward relational conversation. physical, brute competition for the sake of cultural glory. i must own, at least partially, this nature of objective-based views onContinue reading “superiority”