Slips.

Sometimes I think about those things that I think am a little good at. And then I think about how me thinking that I'm good at it is what is preventing me from getting better at it. And sometimes, the self pressure that I induce on myself just with my thoughts that I owe it to myself to be good at those things that I think I'm good at pushes me one step closer to insanity. And insanity only becomes exponentially more powerful with time.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

And that's how it works. I know this because this is me on a daily basis. No matter who I am or who I think I am, the moment I step into the realm of insanity, I only get deeper inside of it, and then a little deeper and then at a point, so deep into it that I wouldn't even recognize that I am so deeply into it until someone literally knocks on my head and tells me, "dude, its time to start crawling back up, on your own time and at your own pace, though". And even then, the insane part of me would get incessantly mad at him, for about a minute, only to realize a minute later that maybe, just maybe, he's right. Fair enough, its important to be able to recognise those things that I'm good at, but when it becomes a little out of hand and when I start acting like I can't be any better at it than how good I am at it right now, that's when I drop down to like zero. And nobody's there to pick me back up. Its all up to me. A part of me wants to get as I good as it is possible for me to get at it. But its the same part that needs to be kept in check. Because little slips and small spillways along the track of the road are all that it takes for me fall down back.

Love, peace.