Just completed an ink drawing on canvas and am luxuriating in self-satisfaction.
It feels as though each stroke's a step further away from Art, a little farewell wave to what I love.
Been revising my maths and science recently. All the knowledge are flowing readily into the mind, reconnecting neurons. The knowledge feels familiar, strangely warm and welcoming.
It's much easier to choose what the rest are choosing than to make unique choices.
Been asking a few friends why they wanted to study business. And it all boils down to money. For the love of money, must we forsake what we can be?
Too young to understand the complexities of life and living. Or simply just too reluctant?
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