Right and Wrong

There are certain ways I do life wrong, and certain way I do life right. It’s tough to balance it all, but these rights and wrongs make me me, and that’s who I’m thankful to be. Forgive myself for my shortcomings and understand that “who I am” is not such a big deal after all and I may only feel such a way because I’m the one who has to live with myself. Others really only get a glimpse into that, yet in contrast can form the full story from that glimpse alone. It’s not easy being me, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I write this because deep down I think a lot of people can relate. I don’t think it’s easy being anybody, but we’re all doing what we can. We know ourselves deeply and catch ourselves when something doesn’t seem right. Yet it’s hard to change. It’s hard to be the picture perfect version of a human being. Taking the absolute correct course of action in every instance? Good luck to ya. That’s why we simply do the next thing, and aim to do better tomorrow.

I’ve done a decent amount of inner work, yet continue to notice patterns of a previous self. I’ve gained understanding and the ability to notice and take note, but all in all, I’m just gonna work hard, make more art, and spend quality time with those I love when I’m able to. I think with that, it’ll work out.

What do you think?

I still think back to simpler time… It was all just love and survival in the present place and moment. No clocks, no maps. Only your hands and the tools in front of you; family by your side. Artists made their own pigments and brushes, or traded with someone who did. I “miss” this time in a sense. Sure life is gifted in the 21st century, but I feel there is too much excess. Can you relate? Who knows, maybe I’m wrong in my ramblin 😆.