Cleared an old folder...
and saw many old art pieces.Where are the dreams and ambitions I had then? Have I given up, or am I simply humbled by reality and other greatness?
1995 till now... It's like taking a short ride back in time to relive the past moments. The paintings and drawings are ugly, but as I stare at each painting or drawing, or read my former writings, I recall exactly how I felt then.
Love...suffering...hope...Have I grown over these years at all?
Indulging in melancholy and sadness yet again....when I know I shouldn't, because tomorrow morning, I want to listen to 'Angel Voices Calling'.
Perhaps, when I look at my NIE drawings five years down the road, I would feel the same way as I did today?
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