Anyway, whether you’re on the blue team or the red team, I love you. I really do. You and I are the same thing, we came from the same place, and we’re going back there someday. All the rest is just stories we tell ourselves.
Everything changed when I know longer gave two fucks for your approval. I was shown that it is on me to meet my own needs; to wake up each morning in approval of myself. If my aim is to go outside the door following the shadow of the of the rainbow to find the elusive gold of approval I will always come up short. To come up short, means to be in a forever chase for something outside myself. Now lets say I do receive your approval, it will never be enough because I am still driving by the insatiable wanting machine. It's function is to want. To want again and again and again.
"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth."
- Henry David Thoreau