The last thing you want to do is sometimes exactly what you should do.

When you’re facing the blank page, it can feel like you’re pushing a boulder made of knives up a glacier. It’s the easiest thing in the world to walk away and try again another day. Sometimes…

I worried that my parents would kill each other.

It went like this growing up: Mom and Dad would go through the permutations of working class life — work long hours, fend for the family at home, attend to chores, routines, and carve out some time for relaxation. They made…

We’ve all been there.

There’s creative work to do, and you really don’t want to fucking do it.


Why not?

It seems like everything you do gets lost in the deluge of noise that is our age. …

The point is simple: anything worth doing takes time.

That means that you gotta stop beating yourself up for not accomplishing big things right away.

A big aspect of being hard on yourself is expecting to complete major projects in one fell swoop.

But things don’t work that way.


[Soprano’s Series Spoilers]

There has been endless debate over whether or not Tony Soprano was killed at the end of HBO’s The Sopranos. He very likely was. However it hit me that I don’t think that’s the point of the ending.

Let’s backtrack for a moment.

A recurring theme throughout…

You’re Gonna Fall

The elephant in the room is squatting in the house.

It’s something most people don’t like to talk about.

And rightfully so. Who wants to accept that the deck is stacked against them, or that their success is purely based on the fact that they were eased in -


It’s a monster you cannot see.

Seeping through the crevices of your life to invade your senses and corrupt your sensibilities. It molds its corrupted form over your thoughts, feelings, and emotions and contorts them into lies you cannot help but believe.

That’s how depression works. That’s what’s so insidious…

It’s not selfish.

It’s not being pretentious.

It’s just the truth.

If you’re creating something, you need your own space.

There’s only so much you can do surrounded by the noise and needs of your loved ones. Be it in your home, office, or general public, there’s a lot that…

Stars stitched into endless fabrics

Collide in pirouettes of reunion

Beings glimmering eternal and profound

Resound as one throughout constant halls

From their merging erupts

The formless truth of all…

There’s an endless cavalcade of advice regarding how you should live your life.

Philosophies, theologies, guidebooks espoused by gurus ancient and current, meant to dictate who you’re supposed to be.

I’m not here to tell ya that any of them are right or wrong.

What I am here to say…

Giovanni Diaz

Writer from NYC. Thoughts of a Dumb-Dumb.

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