my life, my world, my passion,....architecture, the mother of all arts, when you think you have it all, wait till someone breaks your heart, then paranoia sinks in, next to which is doubt, the doubt if you'll even find yourself again, the doubt if everything was real, the doubt "if your real".
everyone seeks to have a purpose in his/her life, i myself says that life can be lived without any purpose at all, but i guess we all do have our own, we might not realize it soon enough, but yes, we do have our very own purpose, the purpose to simply see every sunrise, the purpose to talk to someone, the purpose to smell the bitter sweet breeze of life, as for me when i thought i lost it all, i looked down on the corner of my room and saw this little fiber glass and beside it is a little "staedtler" pencil......
wiping off my tears i picked them up and begun polishing my t-square, i said to myself, if nobody would love me, even if i give out my unconditional love to them, i'd live with my passion......art, even if nothingness does exist i'll make the most of it, even if i fail at life and in my works, i'd make it my company through thick or thin, for if no one can love me unconditionally i'd have to assume that this t-square is all or nothing.
alas, i made my own world, made my own companion, and i found my own calling, a purpose not for everyone, but a purpose for someone to realize how many things i missed out when i was looking far, this is a purpose for someone who doesnt find anything valuable in life to be spaired, this is me, i can love unconditionally and relentlessly but if forsaken i can take it all away.
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