Inhale contradictions.

Opposing forces.
Because all is dual. 

Exhale art.

The artist doesn’t escape that. The artist is that.

Every authentic stroke of creation carries a shadow.

Friend is also an enemy.

Inspiration is also destruction.

You want to be yourself - raw, true, untamed,

but you also want the applause.

You want to be understood.

You want to be liked.

That’s not weakness. That’s the war.

You were born into it.

In dichotomy we survive.

In dichotomy we predict, build, decode each other.

It’s not a flaw - it’s the core processor of reality.

Everything you know came from comparing it to what it’s not.

So stop pretending.

There’s no singular truth.

There’s tension. And tension creates.