My existentialism
is in question.
The Thought
I have
2 homes, yet I am homeless.
As long as
I see respect in me, I have respect.
Playing piano
is a calling.
I mean
what I said, I said what I mean.
How can I
earn respect? But, does it matter if I can or can't?
Do I
have any ability that is real? But, does it matter?
Telling the story of winning
is glorifying, but telling the story of losing is glorifying the glory.
It is glorifying
in both winning and losing.
Every success
is built on every failure.