i dream of being possible


i remember not too long ago, i was invited to do something as an artist..

but i was like “i don”t consider myself and artist”

which i really don”t. it has taken me a long time to really even consider myself created, in part because philosophical work is, in some ways, even less valued than art is.

even now, i more perceive myself and what i do to be perceiving connections and relations between ideas

i suppose the creative aspect comes into play with how i express and describe what it is that i see in the world. although, i guess i”ve been considered a bad writer for so long that i”m much unimpressed with my writing.

i”ve always been jealous of artists and creative types because it is and always has been such a struggle for me to express even a fraction of what my brain notices/feels/whatever.