shyammonk

hate is not a good starting point and never an enjoyable ambiance.

when deciding a melody, a harmony or a tone, if i get myself to hate me and the work and decision at hand, thinking that to be the way to ensure quality and prevent complacence, it is like trying to write when standing in a running bus. i can never be sure of my product, my judgment – it could be skewed because it was taken while the flies of hate were all over and i just wanted to escape to a place where i did not have to feel so bad about myself anymore.

instead, let me love the work and the opportunity to make a decision on creation. let me make it exactly lovable by me then.

when sitting, let me sit not to change, but with love to accept, to be more of exactly me.

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