Horses operate outside of the human notion of time and space. They can access pure consciousness because of it. Woof.

We're so worried about wasting time, not getting enough done every day, yearning for some sort of meaning while we spend our days at a computer, behind a desk, in an office. We close our eyes and dream of a better reality, the one where we not only have our dream job, but we're impossibly happy doing it.

The number of times that I've lost my mind thinking about all the things I "should" be doing, the drawings I should have made, the articles I should have written, the books I should have read... In my mind, that nasty bitch of a feeling -regret- already owns these toxic thoughts.

The reality is... I shouldn't be doing anything. I am alive and here and blissfully aware of everything and nothing at the same. I am useless and perfect and kind and moody and I love it all. Every choice I have ever made and will ever make is fine because ultimately, it doesn't matter! Ahhh I find such comfort in that.

I hate labels. But I'll give myself one: I am a nihilistic optimist. The concept of time can't touch this; I wholeheartedly reject any idea of what I "should" be doing; Living up to any sort of potential is complete bullshit. Now go do whatever the hell you want, you beautiful, stupid butterfly.