Time exists so that everything doesn’t happen all at once.
Just finished uploading and setting up two old projects that went offline some unknown amount of time ago. These games were specifically crafted for Mozilla GameOn.
Always striving towards perfection and higher standard you leave yourself vulnerable to being upset and frustrated at the tiniest of inconveniences. Is this the state of mind you want to live in?
Observe the moment, adapt yourself, shape the outside. The ol’ timer said to me once, the name of whom I cannot even remember anymore, if he was really ever there. Sane or not, the idea remained in me, and will most likely prevail. And so the guy lives, a part of him. Observe, adapt, shape. You’re not perfect. Not you is not perfect. You are watching and so are them.
A good trade.
I am king. King of life when on my own. King of life when in the zone.
Nothing prepared me to experience life more than my failed lifelong ideas of the perfect life I thought I was supposed to have when I grow up when I was younger. It’s not the right path for everyone but it worked for me, and it worked exceptionally well given the circumstances. I don’t have almost nothing but that’s not the endgame. I can see it clearly these days. I am glad. I feel free. I found myself. I feel unfit with this world but I found myself. There’s lots of confidence and comfort to be gained in finding the inner truths and workings of life. Of LIFE. Not the life you’re being told to live – to follow. The LIFE itself. The uncountable whys and hows of being here in the now. Perhaps that’s just my deluding myself to keep things in order. I don’t know for sure. How can I? Who do you think I am? God?
even though it’s clearly over, there will always be a small part of me, expecting that I still have a chance.
Sounds positive to me.
All you are is what you’re going after.
Vincent Hanna, Heat (1995)
Learn to take out the best out of the worst.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.Albert Camus