Sometimes I sit on my hopes funny, and they fall asleep.

Truth is always in me somewhere.

We have to observe the endless ways we semantically hurt ourselves through complaining, blaming, and compulsively criticizing less impressive aspects of our existence.

Flexing our writing muscles at each other.

Only the right kind of stupid please.

Climbing out of my head hole. Blinking in the light.

I firmly believe that existentialism can be entertaining.

That's the screams of my unrealistic ideals evaporating.

Hoping hard. Doubting easy.

We have to learn to forgive ourselves for making mistakes, without being self-abusive. Refusing to double down on our errors.

Write makes write.

We need to avoid becoming unnecessarily stuck in cycles of obsessive internal storytelling.

We have to strengthen the psychological structures behind our avoidance issues.

I was holding back, but now I'm giving my front some love.

Let's bring some beauty to today.

We're all messages in giant meat bottles.

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Writing helps me release my random.

If we're constantly being unconsciously unkind to ourselves every time we try something new, we won't WANT to Begin Again.

I wasn't going to do this, then I did. Despite myself.

Competing with myself. I win!

Without Hope, there's no way to move forward except by accident.

I write about me, but hope you see yourself.

Finally decided to be myself. Hello.

Trying to make my writing smell like freshly baked bread.

Only WE can alter our internal levels of acceptance that make inspiration possible.

We need to use interesting, untested processes to create a fresh internal momentum.

We need to get good at paying attention to our Whims when they arrive. Otherwise, we can go our whole lives without being inspired by their guidance.

Endings often feel like they're being imposed upon us, but they only truly happen when we give up trying.

When taking our initial faltering steps, we need to emotionally support ourselves the most.

Our bodies and minds have to work together to improve the quality of our self perception.

We have to build the mental muscles we need to perceive ourselves kindly. Otherwise, we'll find ourselves repeating the same poorly reflective social situations.

Hope is a gateway process that leads us to feeling belief, beyond mere optimistic hypothesis.

We become our own worst enemy when we can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality.

If we've spent our lives constantly operating at an emotional loss, we have to learn that relationships aren't purely for mercenary purposes.

By complaining excessively, we create a mountain of negative feelings in front of us, that we then have to climb over to achieve our goals.

We have to try new semantic processes, if we want to let go of old emotional anchors.

Our emotions become richer the more appropriately we invest them.

By removing the compulsive complaint from our reactive habits, we'll move into demanding situations much lighter, and more ready to respond.

We're only Unlovable if we don't know how to Like ourselves.

To begin a process of existential improvement we have to practice using positive words that might feel psychologically unnatural. That seem wrong to our oppositely trained emotional instinct.

remember that your mental health is a priority, your inner peace is essential & your self care is a necessity

People can often see us berating ourselves under the facade of maintaining a forced friendly face.

We have to actively be more emotionally elastic when facing the reality of our etheric assumptions being dimensionally contradicted.

It's challenging, blindly reaching foward and trying to alter the future.

It's nice when quiet words of self-encouragement are no longer being drowned out by an onslaught of negative thoughts.

It takes willpower to set our unproven, theoretical choices into motion.

Beginning seems insane when we're feeling insecure. It requires us to throw ourselves into the unknown, relying upon nothing but a thread of belief.

I used to be horribly prone to procrastination. Perceiving Beginnings to be a punishment or chore, as opposed to the portal for my procedural evolution. open.substack.com/pub/avenueso...

I used to believe that nobody could be interested in me because I didn't know who I was.