The unbelieavable desire to create something is immense, it overpowers me and yet im so still and sterile. When did i became so impoverished? When did i become a disbeliever of oneself?
I wonder if when a man is in the brink of greatness and discovery he feels at the same time a degree of despair knowing his potential has reached its peak and before him lies the descent?
It takes immense courage to surpass oneself, and more altruism than it appears. But i do not possess that strength and im afraid i never will.
I wonder if when a man is in the brink of greatness and discovery he feels at the same time a degree of despair knowing his potential has reached its peak and before him lies the descent?
It takes immense courage to surpass oneself, and more altruism than it appears. But i do not possess that strength and im afraid i never will.
I knew that i was not destined for great things, but here i am am. Naked of ambition, unfruitful in my efforts and overshadowed by my failure. A coward, the worst kind of human.
I always knew those answers, they were revealed to me when i lost sight of juvenile laughter and embraced the world as it is. Even though one may hope for a late blossoming, the truth is that after all, pain is the definitive confirmation of being human.
