The Stardust In Her
Source: https://www.behance.net/gallery/29412079/Illustrations-of-2015 I am staring at an empty sheet right now. I do not know what to write about. What is my heart telling me? What are the thoughts that haunt me? Am I ready to transcribe my thoughts into writing? Weave my emotions into images for the world to see? Am I ready to be vulnerable? As I am typing these words, I'm thinking about what to write next. Is this truly how life must be? That in each second of the day we are alive, we must always worry ourselves with the things that have not yet arrived? Could we not savour the moment of each letter, each word of this sentence as they are? Why must we look so far ahead into the future when we are uncertain about what's to come? Why are we letting the present become only a fragment of the past? I have deeply longed for a time when I can be at peace with being myself, no rush, no pressure, no agenda. I have always been curious about what it's like to befrien...