Same, crappy day as always...

By crappy I don't mean that I'm discontented with my life because it's boring or uneventful.
Nor do I say that because I'm not getting anywhere by wasting time away (which I am, though).

Am I trying to sound cool by acting all world-weary?
World-weary, yes.
Acting cool, non peiné.

I know what I am short of.
Drive.
Motivation.
I'm certain that doing big things in my state is no unachievable feat (not big as in BIG but in the sense that it bears impact and significance), yet I'm hardly compelled to do so in the slightest bit.

To tell yourself to believe in yourself, that you can do anything is baloney.
Snap out of it.
There's a lot more to that sentence than simply, willing yourself to believe.
If comprehension came that easily this world wouldn't be in a state of entropy as the way it is right now.

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But at times I ponder why I would even seek recognition from such a world.
Perhaps it's in my innate nature to... complicate the simplest of matters.
I tell myself to slow down and give up at times.
Doing so would liberate my soul from this unrest.

Yet the very thought - that should I abjure, I would be no different from the strays, the commoners out on the streets - strikes me poignantly.
It is what compels me to move forward.
One might say that this is a means of self-motivation.

Now this would be the question: Will it suffice to carry me through this wretched journey?

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Party world on the 2nd!
Party world... on the 2nd?