Category Archives: Self-Compassion

don’t this, don’t that, DO THIS

don’t be cynical.
don’t be realistic, god no.
Be Awesome, just Be Awesome.

find a way, don’t let norms and practicality get you down.
the hell with it.
fucking find a way.

don’t be cycnical, be awesome instead.  you don’t owe cynics nothin’.  you owe awesome things attempts to be awesome.  you owe yourself this.

Just Be Awesome.

you need to be loved by YOURSELF

you don’t need to be loved by others,
nor by god.
but by YOURSELF.

“Goodness and Truth lie only in the Depths.”  
-Wagner (the Rhinemaidens, actually.)

and yes, them other two things CAN HURT if you substitute em TOO much for that third (which is really the FIRST) thing.

people keep saying that people today are really selfish.

they are misusing the word selfish, grossly.

people today are focused on the approval of and attention from OTHERS.

that’s not selfish.

I mean, depending if you subscribe to “this” or “that” definition of the word, ok.

people should seek love and approval from THEMSELVES.

no amount of it from everyone else, the public, or god, yes,

will ever hold a candle to oneself.

you may think otherwise. go ahead.

I suppose an imaginary god is ok.

I suppose people are ok, but I tell you once again

“Goodness and Truth lie only in the Depths.”
-Wagner (the Rhinemaidens, actually.)

My Way, and I Love Myself (we all must)

I’d not have written my jazz band arrangement, nor my marching arrangements, nor my percussion pieces in the way that I have, if I cared. how can I afford to care?
I care what I want, what I want to learn, and what happens when I do things a certain way, I don’t care for being liked to the extent that I purposefully learn what others have done that have worked.
why should I? such a thought hides “strong” anger within me, strong anger and resentment.
I like to do things MY way.
I don’t need your approval, your love. I have my own.
If I’m not to your taste, well then that is fine, I’m to someones taste, and to mine.
I love myself, and some others do and will love me too, and that’s enough.

not caring about being understood, when-

when caring about being understood, indeed, when being understood, is less important than learning your craft.

I mean, think of a baby, or a child, or a creative adult or something.

a child isn’t concerned with whether anyone will care what it’s doing when it drops, say, a spoon.  it’s interested in GRAVITY and HOW IT WORKS, and the results of it’s actions, not others.


-about music, and compromising and doing things in good enough ways, rather than the HONEST kind, where “I” am EXPERIMENTING, and LEARNING what doesn’t work and WHY….

why would I care to make things allegedly easy for typical people to understand?
why not indulge my curiosity and fancy?
if I cared about that, I’d just write boring block chords instead of TRYING things, to SEE what HAPPENS.

most uncreative, simply obedient.

why be that way?

I shall not, and am not.

(this was specifically about composing, music at that, and that there have been times when I have written chords “my” way, not the conventional way, or have orchestrated things in a way that seems interesting TO ME< NOW, and not in some “accepted” way.

I mean, really, why should I care if others “approve” of what I’m doing?

the difference in fantasy and reality…

the difference in fantasy and reality…
concerns be a tad.

I just hope… that people don’t grow up, or go into something real, expecting it to be like their fantasy has been, be it a real relationship versus pornography, or actually being famous, versus what it “seems” like being famous much be like, or actually winning the lottery versus how wonderful the idea of millions of dollars “seems.”

make no mistake.
this is reality, right here, right now.
this is your mind, your feelings, your body.
get to know them good and make THEM feel and be good.
there is no “escape” to perfection.

you’re still you.
be a good you.

(there “are” exceptions; I wouldn’t want to be an a place in which I cannot concentrate versus one in which I can, nor a school full of cockroaches versus a clean one, but you get the point.)