I am an artist.

Art is not measured by how good you draw or paint, or how good your voice or acting skills are. It’s about doing what you want no matter what the end result might look like.

It’s okay to think that you’re good at something and develop it, but being good isn’t everything. You have to put your mind, heart, and soul into it. Doing something just because you’re good at it isn’t art. Doing things with love is art. No matter what other people see in your work, no matter how bad your work can be in their eyes, if you love what you do, it doesn’t matter. If you love art and do art.. YOU ARE AN ARTIST… You don’t have to be a professional to be called one. Art isn’t a profession, it’s a passion.

Art is so flexible. Do your own strokes. Have a signature style in drawing or painting. You don’t have to be as good as any other artist. You can make them your inspiration and have ideas through their work, but you don’t have to be like them. You just have to be your own style. I know I’ve said a lot about my work being not so good.. And I want to be a better artist.. but I’m not planning to be as good as anyone else. I just want to be the best version of myself. That’s why I keep on practicing.

And I know I can do this! 😆


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Random Thought #1

Have you ever felt the feeling of wanting to know what really your use in this world is? I feel it everyday.

I am sitting here beside our window. From here, I can see nothing because it’s dark out. My sister and our dog are sleeping next to me. I can’t sleep because of the thoughts that keep on bothering me. There are a lot of things that are going in and out of my mind. I feel empty and useless these past few days. I also feel hate towards random people and random things. I feel frustrated. I can’t do anything right. I keep on messing things up. Most especially when it comes to dealing with my mood swings. I keep on feeling this constant need to find what I really want to do with my life. Yes, I love drawing and I know that I have a talent in arts… well I’m not that good at it but I am not bad either. But I can’t just rely on drawing for the rest of my life right? At some point, knowing myself, I will get tired and uninterested. I don’t want to, but I know I will. I am feeling pressured because of no apparent reason. With this in mind, I wonder if art really is my passion. Yeah I got the talent, but I don’t know if this is really what makes me happy. I don’t know why I am feeling this strong thirst for change and finding what really my passion is. I am not sure if I am just depressed or what.

I want to be better. I want to do something worthy. Not that I find drawing boring. I just know that it’s not really what drives me. I want to find a hobby that would be beneficial to me. A hobby that I’d be able to enjoy long term while learning or while doing myself a favor.

I don’t know… I feel lost. I’m sorry for this random sh*t.

I Remember…

I remember day the sun shined the brightest through my window.
I looked outside and saw how it lit up everything around me,
I saw the best things that God has given to the world,
The sun’s rays touching my face, making me feel special and worthy.
The sun made me feel safe, warm, and at peace.

I remember the day the moonlight shined across the dark sky,
The clouds covering it every once in a while.
I never knew that the moon covers its loneliness with the clouds,
But its light still shining through,
Giving more beauty to the darkness that surrounds them.

I remember the day when a warm breeze touched my skin,
Making me feel like I was never alone,
Every breath I take makes me feel free,
With every blow of the wind takes my worries away with it,
Freeing my soul from all the burdens and pain it was carrying.

I remember the day I looked at my own reflection.
I saw the way how my reflection looked at me back with love.
It was the day I felt most wanted and secured,
The day I first felt I am beautiful the way I am,
The day I embraced my flaws and all that I have.

I remember the day when I felt most grateful,
So grateful that all my fears got all blurred out,
My tears washed away, my doubts set aside.

I remember the day when you came along,
That was the day I saw the sun,
The day I saw the moon,
The day I felt the breeze,
And, the day I found myself.