new hope

This must be the year of dream making for me. I feel like I have gotten in the headspace allowing myself to have big hopes again. These hopes have not just been wild, but I really feel like they are attainable.

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Lately, everything I have written has become something that I wish to never make eye contact with the reader, or has remained unfinished. I don't know which is worse. I guess that's why I am here writing this. I need to figure out if writing and thinking everything I create is garbage but I guess that's good because I am writing in the first place, or is it better than I am realizing the potential of the work and give up to start on something new. there is too much confusion in what is better and which one I should justify in doing. But yet here I am, writing something I will probably scrap because I also see no future for this little post.

speaking into existance