I have composed a piece of written musings on the tools choice in clay sculpting which I put on a display on a public internet forum.
I have received following advice: Go seek therapy.
However upon checking my vaults it has become apparent that they are barren.
What should I do in this situation?
Wait, I promise I am not. It’s just maybe that my stuff is different than what you want from life and hence your perceived notion of shitposting?
Still I will enjoy it because honestly despite all my obstacles I do enjoy life in its various aspects. Even if to watch a favorite tv show before sleep, go to the nature or immerse yourself in your hobby, these are all very lovely things.
Not to mention the taste of a really fine dish that fills you with happiness ah.
Or the pain of muscles from a day of a honest work.
Smell of the rain on a sunny day.
Even the sadness of departure is something that is pure and cleansing ultimately.
Nah I god damn love life. I just think I could love it even more if I had the guts to remove the chains of fear. I could be a queen of life then. Oh I would be a queen of life believe me.
I was born to be one but it was unfortunately taken away from me.
So that I never had the chance to show the real length of my wings and frankly quite wonderful things I am capable of if I put myself to them.
I have capacity for great achievements and extraordinary since childhood but I waste potential with some stuff that shouldn’t even be a problem in the first place. And it wouldn’t be if not for some… external factors. I just need to soar in the air once more as is my right.