There’s a whole world full of fuck ups and assholes and losers until we notice that we’re looking in a mirror. It’s all so cliché and we continue to pull out all these age old expressions about fear and failure and anxiety and our worst enemy. It’s all a bunch of shit that we keep selling. It goes without say that we keep repeating ourselves to the point of redundancy. There’s really not much more to it than that. We see the screw ups and notice our own reflection in the storefront window. There’s nothing to say or do but fear the reality and hope to move on before it swallows you whole.
the worst enemy
we ever do encounter
staring back at us