Time flies and it always flies a bit too fast. It’s hard to believe, but it’s been over 6 months, since I first tweeted as Unmaskd. This journey has come to a crossroads, and today I’d like to shed some light on Unmaskd’s origins and the dilemma I’m facing. Once upon a time… No, that [...]
Archive for September, 2010
Unmaskd at the Crossroads
Posted: September 23, 2010 in a lonely journey, what makes us tickTags: crossroads, decision, digest, identity, journey, summary, unmaskd
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Accept/Refuse: Video Version
Posted: September 20, 2010 in motivation, what makes us tickTags: motivation, music, princliples, video
I’ve been pondering over the future directions of Unmaskd Inc and will post the results here this week. In the meanwhile here’s a video version of Accept/Refuse. Kudos to Animoto.com for creating a very useful and simple to use service and to Mike Gallagher for his The Party’s On instrumental, which made a great intense [...]
Accept/Refuse: My Personal Manifesto
Posted: September 17, 2010 in what makes us tickTags: lifestance, manifesto, personal
I accept that I cannot change the past. I refuse to give up on changing the future. I accept that I will have my moments of weakness. I refuse to be weak all my life. I accept that I will never know all the answers. I refuse to stop seeking them. I accept that I [...]
Sometimes I feel an urge to look, To peer deep inside To ponder over vows I took To dive into my mind. I want to travel deepest thoughts, To face my deepest fears, And to untie a million knots I’ve tied over the years. I hold my breath, I concentrate I see the lighted way [...]
A Letter From a Swamp
Posted: September 12, 2010 in a lonely journey, mind, motivation, what makes us tickTags: motivation, procrastination
As I have recently mentioned in my rather spontaneous Tumblr post, my approach to everything in life can be described in three simple words: Feel. Think. Do. I’ve also mentioned that occasionally I skip a step or two before getting to step 3. Which is why I’m writing this post. At first, I felt like [...]
