The Art of Failure

Somehow during the course of this week I was able to shift into a higher gear. How is truly beyond me. Right now I truly feel existent, but in the most exciting way. Not just here, but exactly where I am at. I have no idea if this makes any sense outside of the confines of my mind. But I failed and accepted it and I'm ok, fine and probably better off than before I tried. 

For the past few weeks I've been fighting with myself in an epic battle of whit, perfection and idealism and none of those won. I believe that if it can be imagined it can be manifested either through your own direct action or through universal interaction at which an action of your own is the center. Basically anything you want or can imagine can be real by an unknown degree of separation. So many things in my life have come by one degree and I haven't allowed myself to fail and in turn the universe to react an cause what I can't create immediately. But I think that's over I'm letting go more knowing that reigns of control can be held too tight.

Amazing as...

I was just thinking that a good design is amazing weather it be a game, a t-shirt, or a logo. The good designs do their purpose well but great design eventually transcends its purpose and becomes its own entity. Take Nikes logo for instance it's identity is strong enough to stand alone and still be recognized. Quite frankly, so can a personal identity.

Here's to the Ladies who Lunch....

The past week or two I haven't written like I should have been and I feel a little bad. I feel bad because the deal was I write at least twice a week, and I haven't been holding up my end of the bargain. But in all due respect, I don't regret it. In that same period I've been going through a personal war of sorts. An epic battle, mostly in my head, that's been tearing me apart. I'm already practically the walking dead from depriving myself of sleep. When I do get some sleep to adhere to my physical needs as soon as I wake up mental exhaustion sets in and I'm back at square one, even though I doubt that I ever even left. I could easily blame my concept development class for being the powder keg that started this war but it's the easy way out. Yes, I've been redefining the concept of who I am, what I am, what I do, where I want to go, and so many other aspects of my life but if there was no inner conflict to insight a war the powder keg would have been a minor superficial wound no more damaging than the sun's rays of light.