Over days long gone, I used to find it strange that people say one thing mean another. Now I understand why its difficult to see it as self-deception rather than deception. Bound by self interest in any observers eye we mistake deception for self-interest.
In an age where we feel unheard and don't find solace in being heard. I attribute only one thing to an individual who feels this way:
Nobody listens , even to themselves. We listen to our desires, when we hurt others by our side. Ignorance isn't bliss.
We live by a veil of words. But what hides behind this veil is ecstasy waiting to unravel.
I realised working for other's dreams is futile when they're fighting for power, status or money. Those are byproducts of one's own sense of security. The creative industry leaves you hungry.
If you fall prey to be controlled by your own wounds, this post is dedicated to you. Surround yourself with people who see their growth in collaboration with you. Rest, heal and stay true to your path of creative pursuit. If you value your craft you know what I speak of.
Uncover what's behind your veil. The veil of words that runs through your mind. Well apart from bliss, there'll be a lot more problems and challenges to face. But then atleast you have the comfort of power over your ownself.