i find people-watching such a fascinating way to pass the time, that it seems almost ridiculous not to make a career out of it. i kid - well, only a little. observing and judging are two of my gifts from God. on a shallow level, i can comment on others, and i can look into what i think i'm seeing. but that's where all essence is lost.
there is always an element of fear in the unknown, and the uncertainty associated with any kind of commitment comes from the lack of faith we have in others, but more terrifyingly so, the lack of confidence in ourselves. i'm not referring to the face we paint on every morning before we race out the door, but a much more confronting version of self-esteem which we all refuse to discuss.
it's as easy as (i'm tempted to say A B C 1 2 3) to rush through life with speed dialling and express lanes, to blur past the details we do our best to avoid, than to think. because our thoughts are by far the scariest things we'll ever have to deal with - and we deal with them alone. we try ever so hard to place a price tag on our feelings through materialism, because truth be told, it's impossible to ever convey something real, something of substance, and have others truly appreciate it the way you intended.
passion is one of those things that has the ability to disguise itself as talent, but in a way, it is by far the more preferable trait. it's taking whatever you were given and multiplying it by fifty seven.
i want to be a bushfire, not a shitty flickering lightbulb.
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