Today, after a long day feeling empty and depressed, I saw a guy playing his ukulele while singing his heart out in the middle of the hallway on campus. I was then reminded that humans are capable of making art and being passionate about it, even at times when everything seems foggy and boring, routinary... We are capable of loving music and literature and paintings and flavors... We are capable of so much and it doesn't even matter if others approve of our art or if life hurts, being human and real about our love for it is better than just being alive.









