ACUPUNCTURE

Sometimes, I don’t know why I want to succeed.

Is it because I want to be wealthy?
Or, to develop the world?
Or, to be known?
Or, for the joy of success itself.

Sometimes, I feel it’s all.
Other times, I feel it’s just one of the above.

But if you ask me why I want to be successful…my first instinct is to develop the world.

I want my writing to be an acupuncture.

Something that definitely leaves a mark… forever.

I don’t know if becoming myself entails this.
Truthfully, I don’t want to know what becoming myself entails. Reality is hard, facing it is harder, yet it must be faced.

But to what expense? I often thought of.
It’s certainly not to a greater tomorrow.
It’s just acknowledgment.
An acknowledgement that I sometimes feel it doesn’t worth it.
Especially when it minimizes my thinking to reality.

The same thinking I admired because it could think of something almost unachievable as achievable.
Not because it is or it’s not.
But because dreaming big pushes you to greater success…
A force that pulls you into the unconscious MORE.
My motto forever stands.
“If you can dream it, you can do it.”
Positively so.

Everyone’s mindset differs, and I don’t need to be reminded that reality doesn’t work like that, cos hell yeah, k know it doesn’t.

I know reality is harder than what my fantasy creates.
And that’s why I’m dreaming it is.
Because if reality won’t come close to.my fantasy…
I would work my fantasy to a reality.

The thorns would come, I would sit on it.
And decorate its fangs into nails to write.
As I write.
And it shall be fed if I cook.

My plan was never to stay away from reality…
My plan is to stay in it and bring out my fantasy in it.

A real imagery.

Maybe this is why I want to succeed.

 

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