Shackles.
Encouragements carry no more weight. These words do not hold water no longer. Push me down, shove me into the pits, I need that. I need something to prove. When there’re no doubts against you, there is no worth fighting, you’ve already proven yourself.
I don’t want to prove things to myself, I need to prove things to people. But, I don’t live for people, I live against doubt. I live for the shock factor. Show me your doubts, onlookers, show me your disbelief. See me as weak, only then would I know what I can work towards, that in itself is an impetus to make myself stronger.
I need more opposition. I need to be crippled to feel the joy of running. I need to experience death before I can learn what it is to live.
“When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.” -Henry Ford
Heheh so you want to prove things to people because you….”?” =)
Because I live for the shock factor.
Woah that was fast!! But wouldn’t you say that the “shock factor” is something that is momentary and in the long run will not amount to anything too substantial? Which might become kind of a meaningless pursuit? Just an opinion!
Nothing else drives me forward more than that. What is substantial at all? Money, love, approval? None. Yes, there’s the same old argument, “things done for God” will always be substantial. Innately, I believe that. But I’m at this station in life where that argument doesn’t impact me, nor does it work as a driving force.
What keeps my afloat is this, well, for now.