An experiment is always successful. It is successful at showing what it shows. Whether you interpret accurately what it shows or not… is up to you. And then what you do with what it suggests is up to you…
“Do not be timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Considering my life, life is an experiment has been probably the best thing I’ve ever invented for myself. Why? Because it killed 90% of the voices inside that said that I was stupid, that I was a loser, that nobody will ever love me.
This past week almost all and every input scrambled my mind. Made me incoherent. Made me restless, and I ended up tired with nothing to show for my feverish-feeling brain activity. I even continued the activity when I slept… or when I couldn’t sleep, like last night.