there’s a part of me stirring inside.. it knows that I will pass away before I get to do everything I’ve ever wanted.. create all the artwork I’ve ever envisioned.. the walls of sketchbooks full of unfinished projects.. the grass and pebbles my feet don’t touch..
being born is accidentally accepting the terms and human conditions.. ya gotta deal with all of it.. including the eventual end.. just don’t forget to enjoy the journey and try to put as much of yourself out into the world as possible.. explore.. experience.. become aware of all that you are a part of
time is weird.. become best friends with it..
















