The madness of progress

This journey of producing has become a bit of an obsession; yet perpetuating more creativity. I can’t help but think In Some way, the more I generate In form, the further I step from my sanity. Between trauma, deaths of those I care about, quarantine and relationships, it’a been a rough time, but I have tried to adapt as well as I could. There must be some struggle to overcome or life loses meaning, but I’ve noticed things reconfiguring a little while others painfully repeat and fade. Embrace the chaos, and use it like paint for your words to be written down into your projects, causes, activities, and those you care about. What is It to be madman traversing across the infinite while still trying to play human? It’s like trying to solve the past with the futures work and tools, all while running in place being stirred in an intellectual stew of everything at once. I’m still here though and I plan on driving my epiphanies Into the core of reality and make a new path, a brighter more fulfilling path, for all. A life worth living.