Myself become average at best. I feel as if my creativity has become so dull, and there’s no way of me being able to sharpen it again. It’s not that I’ve lost who I am I guess I just lost myself in everyday life. I once cared more for the things I believed myself to be good at. I was once told that “creativity ran through my bones”. Now I ask myself, where did that person go? I’m assuming the culprit of it all is.. time. It was time that passed, and made me grow apart from the younger me. I’ve grown older now, and began thinking in a more realistic sense. It’s sad how we lose our inner child. You know that “dreamer” we all used to be.

What Pablo Picasso said is definitely true “All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”

Random Rant #1