shyammonk

i was trying to avoid ideas. to the point of hoping that they did not exist. because i was pushing myself to make them into product and make money out of it. each and every idea that could sprout. well that is sad, strain and unrealistic.

i was asking for the death of the same creativity that i so much love.

no compulsion that i should do something.

that i should make a product out of it.

that i should make money from the product.

relax, see the beautiful points and ideas suspended around – this is heaven. i love them for being. i love my mind, busy or racing or calm or beautiful or curious or searching or waiting for.

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