🏆”When they ask you how it was in going through it, if you really killed it in anything you did in your life you have to tell them it was a difficult swing. Some people say if it’s hard doing something you’re meant to do better things. I believe because that’s actually very true, you gotta work harder. Life should be a hard swing for us always, you should barely pull it off, and for that alone to happen you should know that you deserve your greatness once it comes. 👉That is the instruction. I was someone who never got his way but who was so distracted by being the best that he never found its problem. So find peace in knowing that is true. Everyone trusts that they can get their way in life. I believed instead that survival was a myth. If you’re gonna be something in this world you should be something great.” – Words of a pro.

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⚓Some people are considered by some of us to be better, or even to be the best among us that we have. It implies, if it is true, that we are not all of equal value, but inner-supremacy is derived from a shit show of cock fighting elites who must, by just one member short of their full number, fall victim to their own respective strengths that first made them unique and great. It’s an ignoble reason therefore to ever become worse by your own hands 🙌, at least every time, it seems, or whenever it’s become determined by yourself and/or by others. Inside of these maniacal contests, mere superiority over others breeds sufficient consistency at some point, though only in the efforts of cults of bad ideas that have manhandled good faith into wearing the stocks that conform us to the unwise fashion. It is a programmed death, type of thing, that seems designed for admittedly only those who are the slaves among us to the arbitrary criteria of momentous origins. Disqualifiers built within these courses like land mines- victory devices as these were- loaded fateful facts considered native to these processes- always will conquer all people who shoot themselves down voluntarily because they believe underneath it all that for some reason they have to. It’s really OK to not be better than someone else therefore. It’s not even better to be worse. Most people don’t bother to ever face the question. But the truth is nobody’s even better when we seek to discover who it is. Just only is it true that some of us are the best versions of ourselves. But nobody among us is better than anyone else. And being any of your better versions of yourself requires you to know that.

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💸Holy = shadow people. 

✴️Obey all.

🔎Finding peace is not what you believe, but what you accept.

💲Antagonists provoke beauty.

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🐊If you really require not being better insofar of face, just to feel better in your faith, but you can’t be worse in anyone’s mind and you can only aim to argue that the comparison here is a no contest, then you will surely break your own heart if you must have to then also discover that your sense of security was derived from nothing beyond pure preference to be something more real. Most people never face this conundrum. Some people have to do it however. Most will survive it. Some outliers will lose their fucking minds and peace and even their souls to it. To most, though, it’s like there is some in-built mechanism of denial, or something shooting it back upon reception, or something protective, or auto-immune that lets us simply reject the offending inquiry before we can become attached to any quest for solving these pathetic battles of those who are always here so believed to be elite, voraciously overrating themselves as per always. Yet so many more among us though seem in fact prepared, as they all mostly will concede that they would easily makeover the past or do something different if given the opportunity. Hence, better is most often believed to be a thing, and I think everyone seeks it. But some people are not very social. And sociality is multi-dimensional, so if you believe therefore that people are not reading your mind for example, then you are not as social as I. And that might seem unrelated, unexpected, and random, but that is what it brings me to after all of these years. It is in fact a place of my own qualified advantage. I do like to be there. Most people don’t. But I enjoy what I’ve grown used to. Because I love to live and work in the selectest environments that have proven the easiest for me to thrive in, when given the luxury of course to know where these are. Here in these seasonal ecosystems- in these vernal rivers- I swim upstream with affluence. I eat from the river. I swim over waterfalls. I kill invading sharks in the brackish waters at the edges of the ocean. And when prompted, I’m also full-on maneater, an opportunist, who upon the mere sight of any man becomes transformed. One day killing men will get me killed.

Artwork by Luke Meyer