Badge and Gun

You wear responsibility as if it was a badge emblazoned on your destiny. You are a captive in a glass jar, looking out at what you think is reality when the reality is that you need to keep pushing for the opening before the oxygen fueling your destiny is sucked dry with every exhale of disappointment. When the air of your desires start thinning out is when you need to fight hardest, stay conscious, before you fall into the deep slumber of complacency.

You are most brave when you dare to be afraid. You are most whole when you acknowledge that you are made up of disjointed parts, of missing parts you want to fill. 

You have the most to gain when you feel as if you have everything to lose. You’ll get hurt each time you bang against the glass. But every bruise is a step closer to shattering the prism of transparent lies holding you back. And those scars. Those scars will be your badge and gun. 

“The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy little ways every day.” – David Foster Wallace

From The Junk Shop 1, Photo Collaboration : Scenes de Rue

- Inner Voice