i write... and i write and i write i write till my fingers bleed spilling venom and euphoric aspirations. but... it feels wrong, these...
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Joseph Perek
Jan 11, 2024
You work out a lot, so I feel like you'll understand this.Without pain or troubles, there's not growth. It still makes sense to feel sore well after the time it makes sense to be because there's work underneath taking place. Sometimes sadness sticks. It doesn't mean there's any less power in what you did, just that there's more work being done that you can't see. It's ok to be sad. It's human
You work out a lot, so I feel like you'll understand this. Without pain or troubles, there's not growth. It still makes sense to feel sore well after the time it makes sense to be because there's work underneath taking place. Sometimes sadness sticks. It doesn't mean there's any less power in what you did, just that there's more work being done that you can't see. It's ok to be sad. It's human
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