Have you ever been told that you lack substance?
I have.
I’ve been told that many times throughout my life.
Each time, I’ve hardened my heart, but I’m here to prove that there’s a lot packed inside me.
To be honest, I don’t want to have meaningful conversations with people who would say something so rude. That’s why I might choose to ignore them or close the shutters of my heart, not sharing my thoughts.
I think it’s a waste to talk to people I have no connection with, so I choose who I converse with.
Can you understand how it might seem like I’m looking down from above, yet also coming from below? ^ - ^
It feels rude to waste someone’s time.
Everyone spends their time differently in life.
That’s why I never speak ill of others.
I focus only on my own work, my own hobbies, and the things I love.
That’s why I consider myself lucky.
I’m grateful to be in an environment where I can do this.
Thank you!
If I can’t recognize myself, it’s probably my own fault.
I’ve thought for a long time that instead of blaming others, I should put more effort into loving myself.
Since I’ve been drawing for almost thirty years—no, since I was a child—it feels like that’s my age.
So, I wonder what everyone else is doing.
I believe that those who decide early on how to live are the happiest.
I’m thankful to my parents and mentors. ^ - ^
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