"[Self Reflection] A glimpse of what’s on the other side of the stage – past, present and future."
As morbid as it sounds, I feel like I’m currently writing down a Eulogy for a dear friend. I don’t really know to whom I’m writing, or the reasons for which I’m writing in
To be, or not to be, I suppose that could be the question. The problem is, no one’s got the bloody time of day to answer it! We’re too busy trying to figure out our own shit. Scratch that. We’re too lazy to do that. Most of you would probably
Song writing. Touchy subject, I know. I get instant heartburn every time the subject comes up. What a bitch, huh? I mean, let’s think about it…
The endless heartache. The countless arguments about structures and riffs. The nervous feeling that never settles quite right in your stomach, just like you’d eaten
This week’s article is inspired by an interesting post on Facebook that caught my attention. As I was scrolling through the endless piles of shit exposed to me, making my brain melt faster than a nuclear fuck meltdown, I was saved by a curious little post. So in advance, I’d
«You will never get a second chance to make a first impression.»
- Mark Rogers
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There’s no other way to say this. People are pretty shitty.
Inexplicably, we have a natural tendency to group ourselves with those we feel are most similar to us. In doing so, whether willingly or not, we isolate others and create a rigid hierarchy where we leave those different from us