As uneasy as it is to understand, my worst fears are associated with my home. My definition of home isn’t the typical one of ‘a place where I live in, with my family’. To me, anything that I can associate with hope becomes my home. For example, the special people in my life, my aspirations and most importantly God. I often refer to Jesus as my home. When I wrote this piece my home felt like it was hanging in the balance; I tried to hold on to everything with my hands and heart but it was slipping so fast.
The colour pencil drawing, as usual, is a reflection of my state of mind. I haven’t made her look utterly destitute, so I guess that even in my state of confusion and strife, I still remain hopeful that things will work out. Sometimes we are forced into paths that we couldn’t predict but wished we could. However, even if we could predict some of these things, it does not necessarily mean that we would have been able to stop them. Not even when we have the entire force of a supernatural deity on our side. I think the important thing is learning; most things happen so that we can learn from them and come out newly formed. God wants us to grow, and how he chooses to make that happen is entirely up to him, but I think that we have a say concerning how long any unpleasant situation persists.
I needed it to be a distraction from the real world.
Talk less politics.
Talk less God.
Not wanting to be that loud cry in an empty hall.
But I didn’t last long doing that.
I have a great dislike for bullies but a special dislike for self-righteous people who feel above correction; they will never change.
Can you hear me?
Stop persecuting us!
Stop limiting us!
Stop hating yourselves!
Forcibly driving yourselves into sunken airless pockets.
Are you ignorant?
Light-hearted fun is good. And alcohol makes people happy. But only for a little while. Ignorance is only bliss when it is real ignorance. Not the type that was fashioned into existence to sway minds and suppress overly thoughts
You are not Ignorant.
I Stopped fighting for the cause, but did I ever really begin? Did I never tackle Inequality because I became apathetic? Or because I became too scared of the backlash from people who pick equal fights against the cause?
Do people really want to read long reports about inequality? Don’t they either feel guilty for being a part of the problem? Or guilty for not fighting against the problem? Guilt always finds new ways to be transformed into backlash.
Are you selfish?
True selfishness is to seek your gain to the detriment of others.
For humanity to grow true selfishness needs to die.
Everyone needs to SHUT UP and THINK.
Activists included. Non-activists included. Everyone. Including those with tremendously wise things to say, and those who only say stupid things.
Talk is cheap.
We are all becoming too stupid from talking more than we are ever willing to listen.
Sunken was supposed to have been done in colouring pencil. I feel like colours would have given it more life, but I left all my colouring pencils in London, and didn’t feel like buying yet another set. I already have 3.
Dedicated to strong women everywhere and to the special ones in my life who inspired this.
Follow your heart. To where? and at what cost?
Whilst he thought of ways to follow his dreams, she thought ‘how do we pay the bills and eat?’
Not that she didn’t have any dreams of her own, but she was evidently more willing, albeit reluctant, to make sacrifices. “You make certain concessions to protect your own”
Ending up deeply wrought by a situation she concluded to be the fault of his selfishness and egoism.
Rocked by the thought that she would have happily supported anything, if only he was at least following the voice of God. Not that of his fickle heart.
After finally accepting that chivalry is not actually dead because it never really existed, she could really only blame herself.
‘Its just, as you go through life, you’re bound to sometimes forget that people are just human beings. Regardless of who they are, what they mean to you or the promises that bind them.’
The last time I sketched with ink in the Black Sketchbook was the first time. I used pencil as the outline structure because I didn’t want to make any mistakes. Ironically, I ended up making an irreversible mistake and couldn’t finish it. This time I didn’t care. I did not use pencil as the outline, in fact there was no outline. I just went with it.
In Pursuit of Happiness?
If I was ever to smoke,
it would have to be a cigar or a pipe.
I’d dye half my hair grey and the bottom half emerald green.
I’d turn my speakers to the loudest and dance on my bed.
I’d make it rain confetti.
If I was ever to swim in the ocean, I would dive into the very depth, until I was literally running out of air.
If I was ever to cry about the same things as before, I would do it loudly, in the streets. Wrecking havoc in the open markets.
If I was out again at 4am with nothing to do, I’d skate right in the middle of the highway… backwards, until sunrise and until the grit on my deck considerably erodes the soles of my converses.
If I was ever to run away, I would run so fast and so far. I would never come back, simply because I wouldn’t know how to.
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