i’m surrounded by artists of mankind, composing brilliant methods of why life is worth living. it’s a contradiction, for it’s beauty is nothing to be compared to yet still a mocking of my being that my limits can never reach. even in my slumber my unconcious mind is reminding me of the talent i lack. poets, musicians, fashion designers, politicians, teachers, volunteers, changing lives left and right leaving that impression i wish to leave upon the world. i can’t measure up to these souls. i say to myself that tomorrow will be the day, but when it comes i fail to do so. this reality has shaken me, because today has never been my day.