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Thoughts. These are the enemy. Staying present in the moment is very difficult when thoughts arrive. They take me to the past. They take me to the future. It is not even today what matters. It is this very moment that I am battling for to stay present and free of thoughts.
Arts are a gimmick. A hoax. Union Square is full of individuals who pose as artists. There is no need for education anymore. All one has to do is speak their mind in any way possible and justify their action as a work of artist. Or just move to Williamsburg and stop taking showers.
I used to draw sketches all the time in high school. On my floor, on my belly with a pen and a pad. I would carefully select the markers to outline the best possible color combination. The next day I would turn that sketch into a graffiti.
I have spent most of my life chasing some dream i didn't believe in. And now I am stuck here sitting on my couch looking back at my life. What happened? Where did i go wrong? Was I just forcing something to happen, just so that I can feel alive. What is it that i want?