Humility Was A Cult In

Just Because It's A Bad Job Doesn't Mean I Need To Do It Badly.

My Dad Gave Me My First Bike At 16. I Soon Fell Off And Was In A Wheelchair For Weeks. I Haven't Fallen Since.

I Have My Moments. Ever Since I Was A Boy, I Never Was Someone Who Was At Ease With Happiness. Too Often I Embrace Introspection And Self-doubt. I Wish I Could Embrace The Good Things.

Success On A Cosmic Level Completely Eludes Me. I'm Deeply Suspicious Of Things Being Too Good. It's Part Of My Superstition, I Think, To Generate Pain In Order To Give The Illusion Of Gain. I'm Not Saying I Reject Success, But Honestly, I Don't Quite Know How To Deal With It. It's An Old Feeling: As Soon As You Have The Thing You've Been Going After All Your Life, That Reasonable Degree Of Security, You Start Kicking Against It, Doubting It.

I Get Anxious About A Lot Of Things, That's The Trouble. I Get Anxious About Everything. I Just Can't Stop Thinking About Things All The Time. And Here's The Really Destructive Part - It's Always Retrospective. I Waste Time Thinking Of What I Should Have Said Or Done.