Everything starts and ends from the burn of discontent.
We all have an inkling for something, a dormant enthusiasm, waiting to erupt so we can pour our hearts into it.
But the wait is killer. Toiling in anonymity while practicing in mediocrity needs a special kind of patience.
The resistance can only win at our own capitulation. The work is all that matters. Self-promotion is a form of confidence.
We must seek the respect we deserve.
No one is going to announce our emergence. All we can ask for is consistency. The only talisman is the heart and head work.