rationally, one would think the dilemma would be finding a way to reconcile an artistic self (that yearns for constant self expression) with a practical self (that needs to provide material sustenance), but my brain doesn’t work in that capacity and the latter of those terms doesn’t exist as a priority, and will never oust the former or be able to coexist with it harmoniously .

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lord knows all i want to do is wander the earth with purpose.

collecting images

and experiences
and helping people.

and loving

and being loved.

but sometimes i think this world and i are at odds… not because we don’t get along

(i think we’re rather in balance. her & i)

but because
that little twit “practicality” worms her way into my mind. and sometimes it takes days/weeks/months for me to shake her off.