Striving for success, “getting it” subjects one to destuctive forces, faster.
The top dog falls hard.
I would learn how to build shelter and obtain my own food, if that was all man wanted.
Instead, I’m surrounded by people who want more than food and shelter. They not only want what is needed, they subject themselves to ideas that they should want more. My survival now depends on others who dictate that lifestyle be the driving agenda.
Elvis presley, the king, died on the toliet. Is that why they call it the throne?
The artists that i admire the most had their private lives ripped to shreads, in which the destructive forces turned inwards on itself. I’m a writer and have had thoughts of becoming a best selling author. Then I think of Ernest Hemingway blowing his head off with a shotgun.
Doctors, for all that we revere in them, they are experts in post-accident reponse. Little do they accomplish to prevent anything. After the fact.
I am just one human telling you these things, many more around you will tell you the opposite. And whether you like my message or not, their message will seep into your being, so much so, you will be a human becoming, never satisfied with the present moment.
A lot of us are geniuses whose ideas will never see the light of day, and many geniuses produce things that aren’t understood or appreciated until after they are dead. I’ve seen retards with more permanant smiles.
Has this guy practiced enough or is it so natural that people do this =D> or
even when what that gifted person produced is more like a guess or like this
You be the
Just trying to help you from doing
Now I’ll