Drawing of me made by my friend Phobos

Success and the toxic image of the Phoenix

I’ve been finding myself increasingly in this middle space between feeling successful and crumbling down in a million pieces. I guess in a way this is just a symptom of burnout but I feel there’s something beneath the surface that this presents. Let’s try to explore it and publish this post without me crumbling behind my insecurities.

Writing out thoughts as neccessity & thoughts of the day.

I don’t know how I got here exactly but I was reading about Aaron Swartz and it dawned on me that life is limited and my thoughts will likely be lost forever unless I write them down. If I don’t write it down, it also allows me to repress being wrong in the past to embellish the past. I don’t want to be able to do that.