Confronting Personal Ambitions and Fears

you complain about the life that you chose.

You're not a victim,

not at all.

Your generosity conceals something dirtier and meaner.

You're incapable of facing your ambitions, and you resent me for it, but I'm not

the one who put you where you are. I've nothing to do with it.

You're not sacrificing yourself, as you say.

You choose to sit on the sidelines because you're afraid, because

your pride makes your head explode before you can even come up with a little gem of

an idea. And now you wake up and you're 40 and you need someone to

blame,

and you're the one to blame.

You're petrified by your own fucking standards and your fear of failure.

This is the truth