/lit/ - Literature

>>9907793
Working out every day. Writing every day. Meditating every day. Working to get a job. Not leaving college. Taking my sexuality seriously. Taking the internet seriously. Going on a diet and succeeding. Reading philosophy and literature to my own purposes. Working on my mentality. Not giving in to immediate pleasures. Dancing on a relatives wedding even if I hate it. Approaching people honestly and actually discussing issues with them, as I'm doing now. Accepting my own ignorance. Not being afraid. Not being a pushover. Not being ressentful of things that in the end don't change my life.

I don't know, that's just me. Even if I'm saying it, it's probably not going to change much because you're not me. My whole thought process can't be put into a single 4chan post ch'know!

But, nowadays, I'm glad to be alive. Consciousness is so short, when you look at things. People are bitter about the fact that we're small in this universe and life has no meaning but... isn't that the wrong way to go about it? Weren't they the ones looking for something larger than themselves? Shouldn't meaning be the domain of sentient beings rather than minerals and atoms? I'm not worried about dying anymore. I worry only because there's a problem left to be solved; but it surely isn't going to solve itself, so I have no need for hope. I'm glad that I have something to work towards for the rest of my life. When I think about how people in other trades, how sportsmen for example finish their work so early, I'm glad I chose art. The books of the world are inifinite to this one small person! I'm never going to be bored! To think I took this out of laziness! I don't mind doing things I don't like now, since they help me be who I wanna be. I don't even dislike them that much anyway. There's always something good to find there. I thought, today, that if I was satisfied with the stories I imagined, why write? I'm really not doing it for anyone else, after all. But, I write because I know what'll be on the page is not what I imagined, I wirte to know what it is I shall write. And I want others to read it, because I don't know how they will react. If I knew, what would be the point? The road never ends, but if you're not in a hurry, you're already there.

>>9863485
They're both the same problem. Truly, you can fail only once. And if you don't keep trying trying, you never tried. Look for what makes each mistake unique and what makes them the same will dissolve.

What would be truly brutal would be trying and never failing.