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Perfectionism... no, no, I never felt it as toxic, at least not back then. It actually helped me, especially when I was experimenting to the fullest — artistically, with music in particular. My thoughts were more like descriptions of thoughts rather than the essence itself. The goal, of course, was truth — my truth. Through the process of analysis, I found the patterns of... the patterns. Heh, they call them artistic movements, but I felt them as something far more complex. Eventually, that thread unraveled too, and I stopped experimenting. I found my style, as they say... now all that's left is to work on it. That’s where I wanted to get from the very beginning — yeah, I was frustrated... That’s how it was, basically, but I didn’t realize it? Maybe I couldn’t handle it... maybe I started out frustrated. Why? I won’t start analyzing the why and how again — maybe because I’m still frustrated, waiting to see what will come out of it. I’m having fun though — if you’re frustrated, you can handle anything — you want the truth to come out. But no one seems to want it as badly as I do... not politicians, not friends, not acquaintances. Everyone’s collectively frustrated about some... commercial advertisement... Yeah, even philosophy has become commercial. Truth lies in some old books about the secrets of the world and of life, but those who embrace them are called heretics. The real magic is gone — the kind that taught you the how and the why. Fairy tales were created to cover it up — like so many things in modern life. Yet no one’s truly frustrated — or maybe they are, but only for a... commercial truth, a marketable truth. Now yes, later maybe — no way I’m stepping out of my comfort zone, even if it becomes a wound. Heh, I’ll remember this and go for a walk by the sea. What a frustration that is, too. But even music that plays without flaws lacks the texture of real life — that texture that seems to hide pain and ugliness — which, by the way, is beautiful too, if we embrace it all... every day... what a frustration that is, too.