yes, I’m a writer

I heard that Bukowski poem about 67 years ago

Both the ones were

• life will just be this… everything else a test of your endurance

• if the words kept pouring out of you; you just cannot stop…

yes, you come up with all sorts of things. The e-commerce side also, the scaling startup, the day training, the risk factor, the flip of hustle and items. about your ego about just the discomfort of not knowing sitting there with somebody that’s not gonna work very well and beat yourself bad about it. then suddenly the ego superconscious and ego and stuff like that are trying to find solutions for other areas like cheap dopamine.

My current resolution is understanding that writing is coming from a place of expanded consciousness. It’s a lens a perception… a story.

Typically, overcoming, letting go, attaching, detaching. It’s the entirety of human condition captured and conveyed everything we end up in terms of the circumstances, endeavors plates experiences an opportunities… Basically everything that could be underneath this one umbrella of the word we call “life”.

I said OK let me just go into the world that I feel very good to be around, look at it for what it is: experience

All of it is meant to inform one thing:

• writing

should I dance and never come feelings and start writing songs about somebody, that’s great, should I be overcome my ego and writing songs of memories of painful experiences in businesses, betrayal trust, hedonism, a successful deal, closed, rewards, and material incentives and stuff like this… It all becomes Father… And L?? becomes expanded versions of consciousness… It all becomes writing.

Even just finding the basics of a living means…

Suddenly, you become free from the endeavors themselves and understanding that they’re executive what they’re meant to be just to go on and continue living just to capture and convey things

Just to notice the world going around you and the fact that there are just as many worlds of those planet as there are people… As there are living beings… All live in their own world… All experiencing their own consciousness

thus… that’s what it is.

Running away from experiencing my own has been hard; it’s stimulating overbearing, and I have definitely cracked or snapped several times in the past… But I’m still alive … breathing…