sometimes its so frusterating to find it, there are times when I feel like im trapped in a hole, the sides are muddy with few places to hold while i lift myself up and out, and even finding those doesnt get you completly out, sometimes its starts a mudslide. all the ideas I thought were solid, that could hold my weight, turn into guilty failure, but the light from above always makes me want that temporary freedom again.

-for all you creative creatures, keep crawling