i don’t think i was meant to be in art school. Because everything i’m doing… it’s all about ME, ME, ME…. i’m so tired of thinking about ME…. about how well i’m performing… my work, my image, whether i fit in or have the right connections…
i miss the stories about love… the ones i lost myself in.
A speaker [Erna Hackett] recently told me that “as we press on outwards towards the kingdom, our inward changes as a result.” So by serving others, our inner problems and drama doesn’t seem as crippling.
On a mildly related note:
There was a time (3 years ago), that whenever I thought about myself or reflected inwardly I would just be incredibly disappointed. But after a certain trial (what I consider now a personal rite of passage) He showed me how I grew and developed a sense of confidence in myself that would have never existed in my wildest dreams. Give it some time, you’re still young.
“LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there’s a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.”—J. Kerouac ” On the Road” (via whatsupstairs)