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Temporary Insanity.

























Sometimes I think about a lot of the great people out there in the world and the amazing things they've done.

I think about how I feel like I can relate to them and we share a lot of the same views on the world so much so that we would probably have fun over coffee.

Then I feel so guilty and anxious at the same time. 

I feel like I'm not ready but there is never a right time for anything, not really at least.

I know haven't done anything concrete yet with all my plans.

I have so much I need to do to improve on myself. 

I want to be great and I will be great. 

Somedays I let my fear get the better of me. 

Maybe that's why I'm so fixated with nakedness.

Because of how it shows bravery with it's vulnerability and the beauty of the process of trust and the freedom it exudes. 

I'm obsess maybe because I don't have the guts to be brave.

If you ask when, I don't know how all of this started.

My brain is kind of a mess but I love it.

I love everything that's a mess because what is a mess, really?

People who are perfectionist are practically a mess inside.

Well, most of the time at least. 

Why would someone create a word like that when it describes practically everything!

I love everyone and their differences ( well unless they are offensive but I always give them a second chance.)

I believe judging is a natural human instinct and it can't be helped but it's the after thought that matters.

The second chance you give even with your doubts. 

The benefit of the doubt! 

I've always been really drawn to people who are popularly known as "mental" and I'm not sure why and it seems like they are pretty drawn to me. 

Maybe it's true that people to have aura colours and people who are in a healing process and babies can see it ( according to my friend Clarice ) 

Mine is apparently blue. 

I think I was probably 8 or 9 when I had my first conscious encounter.

I used to go to this playground at my house and talk to this lady who introduced herself as "peace".

I would frequently talk to peace the crazy lady of my neighborhood because I always felt like just because everyone is scared of something that means I'm going to be scared of it too. 

So I always talk to crazy people just to prove a point that they are not scary I guess?

What bugs me is that as I grow older because of mass media,

I've developed this awareness of fear and shame. 

I wish I stayed as oblivious or daring some might say forever.

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