Welcome back. Today I begin the rise to stardom and immortality.
Or something like that? I'm not sure how else to begin. The main idea behind randomly beginning your life in the middle of everything is that no other time will be available. There's no start point for anything, no matter how many January 1st's I reinvent myself. At least when I take control of my life in the thick of it all I have no calendar to pressure myself with. It's just a constant push to keep going, like everything in time.
Today we rise. Today I fucking finally hold myself to account and study, practice, and socialise in good time, and not just rot myself to death. I need to take control. If I report back tomorrow you know it's at least going not awfully. Tomorrow's also St Patrick's, so I'll be on the Guinness? I guess? I don't do brand endorsements. Some kind of Irish drink will do with the little money I have. Despite this motherfucking Iran War we're still going to Istanbul.
Oh yeah, that was another thing. The Iran War trapped my dearest in Kuwait, then Saudi, for five days in the end. So I guess I have now also a personal bone to pick with Imperium because that was not only mentally traumatic but has left us financially weak for the next couple months :) So thanks Capital. Go fuck yourself.
I need that kind of energy for driving myself to self-fulfilment. At least Jane Remover slaps.
If I want something, I must be willing to grab it by all the balls. I need to stop fearing perception. At the end of life is reunion with the divine, where all our deepest, darkest (and brightest) secrets are common knowledge, and we all are in union and forgiving grace. Therefore I must be transparent. I must breathe truth in everything I do. I cannot be death and I cannot be death; death to so much potential. I must be true to who I am. No more fucking around. It is time to be who I want to be.