When we are stuck and predictable, we stop beating the heart to our own drum.
Instead of chasing our dreams, we ride on the coattails of others. We become a cog that seeks to please rather than to push.
How we align our attention — to mimetic desire or to the clusters of individual freedom — is what determines self-worth.
The story we tell ourselves helps to combat the harsh reality of Monday morning meetings.
We buck the reassurance of controlled variables in pursuit of a cloudy destiny.
We read life to read ourselves. The copy is the original.