FUCK, IT’S HARD NOT TO PANIC.

How difficult is it to relax!!!

Seriously.

What I’ve realised recently is just how hard I find it to sit down, relax and feel good about myself. Very, very difficult.

We believe that busy is good.

We believe that relaxing is lazy.

Remember, music is the space between notes. Just observe what happens when you listen to slow music and fast music.

You believe certain things are inevitable. That success must be a fight, for example or that to be an artist, you have to be poor. Is it inevitable? Are the panic and stress necessary evils? 

OR!

Are you programming yourself and creating a particular future?

You tell yourself that you must always be doing something. That you have to fill your day with activity after activity.

I fully believe in being productive but you have to make the room for acknowledging what you’ve done, to reflect, to analyse to a certain extent, to be grateful – all this to say you have to enjoy life as well as build it.

You want to control everything, all the time. It ain’t possible yet you fill the space with panic. You focus on the things you believe you’ve got wrong. You’re hard on yourself. You beat yourself up and for what? For what you think others are thinking about you? That there is only one route to the top of the mountain.

There is no right or wrong way. There is only your way.

Regret nothing, learn from everything.