Too often, when looking at a piece of art I realize how right I am in thinking ”What utter shit”. But onto that same pile I now carry my own contributions. For once in a while even the blind chicken finds the corn – in the long run success becomes inevitable. It’s not easy to see things beyond your own field of view. The day you stop thinking hopefully you also stop breathing . . .
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My best achievements, hopefully an obscene amount of them, are yet to come. Even though everything has been experienced and so much is still to be experienced. In the end I’m just the humble jester of life, being lured on to destiny’s path. We all know the ending but the purpose of the journey is to gather pleasant memories. And why not?