An aspiring writer and journalist looking to motivate people through my writing and poetry
I remember the feelings of doubt creeping in. the constant fear of my words not resonating with others or even connecting in any way shape or form.
A conversation about me crashing based off my own anxiety I’m never at ease, always in a hurry, anxious, uptight almost. Consistently thinking and at times that thought process can cause crashes almost instantly.
All year I've witnessed people discuss voting and its importance. And all year I've rolled my eyes. Watching the millions of social media posts and commercials about how imperative voting is this year and how not voting is "voting as well". The conversation of the "lesser of two evils". and the overarching cataclysm that has been this two-party dominated system under the succubus of capitalism. Now that we are closing in on this election, and people have voted they seem to have some sort of confidence that they did the right thing.
We’re legitimately living in a historic space. A global pandemic is upon us and it has completely slowed down our world to almost a standstill. For months, we’ve been cooped up into the house, and have been given small liberties and possibilities to go out to functions. This year has brought us much sadness, confusion, fear, and death. For there to be any form of motivation in 2020 would be that of miracles at times. However, there are means to stay motivated. As even though we have all slowed down, there is still a surge of effort and movement happening all over. How can you stay motivated during a global pandemic? I can give you a few ways I do so during this lawless year.
I've always been intune with my emotions as a man. Growing up, I was constantly considered a “cry baby.” I was very in tune with my emotions and wasn't afraid to let them out. I recall getting kicked out of class in sixth grade because I couldn’t sing Pokémon songs. I cried as if someone died; it was embarrassing, but I couldn’t control my emotions.
This morning I was taking my morning poop in my bathroom when I witnessed the most peculiar sight. I saw a spider not kill a fly today. I witnessed this extraordinary experience while enjoying my guilty pleasure getting lost in my thoughts and ambitions for the day without my cellular device of mass anxiety.
A briefcase of sedation Filled with peace seducing remedies Tools that diffuse the bomb of anxiety Stimulating me in ways that
Sundry fragments The sundry fragments of my soul are splattered across the globe in search of new Ways to become bold, brave,