Lots of doubt floating about these days. I hear it in the streets, I see it at the nucleus.
‘I doubt myself,’ they say.
Different mouths, different days.
We watch other people live. We sit on the couch, and watch. We fixate on what others say. We read other people’s stories. We watch other people have sex…
See where I’m going with this?
How many of us are afraid to walk outside these days?
By habitually watching others live life, we dare to doubt our own moment.
Spectator-Town is superficial and artificially sweetened. Empty calories for empty stomachs. We choke it back because it’s easier. But ultimately, celebrity experts and story comparisons cloud our route with doubt.
It’s a delicate dance. Doubt too much and yes, it will crush you. Without a doubt, and foolishly risk falling flat on your face. Usefulness lies in the lines between.
I don’t care what other people are doing.
I care what I’m doing.
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