Land of Plenty

I feel good today. As good as one can feel with the weight of the world upon his shoulders. It's a heavy burden but one that brings you down in order for you to be able to see what really happens beneath your feet. Sometimes one needs to shove ones face into the very shit that one produces to really comprehend what one is made of. It's not a pleasant task, getting to know one self, in fact it's a terribly messy and unsettling experience. Poking around inside the pits of your soul turns over some dormant stones.