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
art via giphy