–A Weekly Chronicle Series
You were so young and the world was waiting for you.
You were vulnerable yet invincible,
full of hope, faith, enthusiasm and big dreams.
Before you know it, the realm called life took your treasured things.
From your grasp, all you had were slipping away, bit by bit.
Slowly, you were losing the battle.
It went on and on and on and on…
Nothing’s left, almost.
Life together with the world corrupted you.
Your hopes were gone, your identity and the person you thought you would be.
Your confidence, even.
It was gloomy.
Somehow, there was something left.
You still know how to doodle.
The mediocre doodles you could easily get by and have outgrown.
You embraced it for a while, mediocrity.
Then you hold on to this thing you can’t let go of, at least, your faith.
Your faith, that things will be better, someday. I hope you still have that in you.
Hoarded some hard-to-articulate sentiments this week thus resorted to doodling like a six-year old last night. Depressing and in some way hilarious! My first two drawings reminded me how I draw 18 years ago (yes, you’ve just guess my age). I want to creep 18 years back, that sphere of my existence where I felt very eager about life, secured and less frightened. Sigh. Enough said.
Sorry for this uninspiring post. I’m trying to pull all myself together though. Expect for something more sophisticated and artistic next week, crossing fingers!