It was in this moment that I stood still. That I stopped listening to everything. Everything else that wasn’t me. My doubts, the opinions of others, the fear of my failing self. I let it all wash over me. In this moment it is gone. There is stillness. A white space that’s mine to fill or leave empty.

What begins now, I don’t know, but it has started. It will take form. It will be creation. My own creation. The creative force in its purest form. Creatively destroying the fake, the fear, the loathing, the doubt till what is left is the pure and untouched essence of my soul.


Get to work. Don’t hesitate. Push it. Now.

Yes. This.

What is this feeling? This flow? These words that you write, is it a creed, a manifesto, a rant, something more? My soul is the manifesto. My mind and my effort brings it into being. From thoughts to written words to actions mapped to goals and aspirations set by that union of thought and soul in the perfection of an ideal.


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