of pulp and ink and leather bindings. Coming together finally.
The moment, for most is about the moment. My moments are sometimes that but often more about the future.
I forgot the psychological exhale when I left the infectious staleness and dumbing down of low IQ and EQ environments. It was a test I passed. A formative part of my adulthood where I realized the stark difference between thrivers and survivors.
Thriver is where you want to be, the others only sees competition, enemies and opportunities for self-advancement and self-abandonment. Going nowhere, doing nothing but knowing everything about all that nothing. Not even sad anymore because it is a series of choices. It’s how they choose to use their power. So mote it be.
We make different plans and different goals and that’s alright. Different roles for different folks.
Choices made, made me. Epiphanies.