As my grandfather used to start “works,” that’s how we start “projects.” I swear, like a gypsy I am not, everyone has a “project” in their head or in progress. More in their head than in progress. And everyone is broken, but he can “fix” himself and evolve if he gives up “limiting beliefs.”
If I hear these two phrases again, I’m going to punch the one saying it, and you’ll see me on that news I don’t watch, how I slapped him until he swallowed his words back, or he shoved them up to his ass.
Nobody works in this country anymore; everyone starts projects. Good, bad, useless, brilliant, or vile, but projects. We are all geniuses – artists – consultants, from whom creativity explodes, and we have perfect ideas for projects, and we know how best to do it, but when it comes to doing them with our own hands, in our lives, we are fucked.
And we all seek to connect with the universe, but during all that connecting, god forbid to make time to look at a flower as it sits quiet and beautiful, to laugh like a fool at jokes, to make time for a loved one or 5 minutes to love.
Who has time for love, dude, when the deadline for the project is coming, and you run from one corner to another or when the universe is looking for you to connect, to clean your aura and chakras, and to show you how special you are?
Mmm… you got here because you have limiting beliefs, you asshole, with your unconscious negativism with everything!
Oh, fuck off!!!
