ian ross
rules for writing
Tiny steps.
We are the prisoner, the warden and the pardon- holed up in our heads - stuck in our skulls - and yet, paradoxically, already free.
It sounds trite.
And I guess, in some weird way, that’s why so many of us will never actually leave the boxes we’ve built for ourselves, to imprison ourselves, when the pardon we seek - is a simple [backward] step away.
[Chill.] A definition
the sudden awareness that no one knows what they're doing
And life is short.
And much of what you’re worrying about right now, in the fullness of time, just doesn’t matter.
You may not “got this.”
You may not “figure it out”
You may not be have the perfect plan.
But neither do the rest of us.
So take a deep breath, smile and relish the mess.
"Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end" - John Lennon