Drawing of me made by my friend Phobos
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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.