Everyone wants to be a success. Whether you write, act, trade, sell, program, draft, design, manage, build, sing, play...

Success is in the eye of the beholder but it is too often defined as raking in the cash, rolling in the notoriety, being a 'somebody'. But in a time when we award heaps of money and celebrity to the least deserving of our society, 'success' is actually failure. We adore the sickest parts of ourselves. Our Heroes are pathetic scripted make believe junkies whom we reward for the stupidest reasons. We have lowered ourselves from being able to think critically. It is apparent in the fear we succumb to, the tabloids plastered in our feeds, the proliferation of fake news and false religions that dominate our daily waking lives. Humanity deserves its plummit to extinction. 

I just want to do something that I enjoy doing.  Success is simply creating what needs to be. My waking world is a nightmare, my dream state keeps me awake. These are the moments between those two states.