You know how at this age, perception towards our own creation changes so quickly. One day it was our greatest thought. Next year, thank God no one knew. We're thankful it does not exist anymore....whatever we created back then.
The last thing one wants is to have it end up in a museum.
"And here we see the notebook in which the esteemed writer Ivan X practiced his numbers and ABC's. Even at the age of five, he showed a talent for writing, as seen in his riveting seven-page novel entitled, "How 4 Men Took Over St Petersburg in 7 Days"...
...which is in the back of the workbook. :P
Seriously...my friends agree with me, especially those who write a lot. Even Napoleon said the same thing, and one doesn't question his authority on such. Meh...I don't feel that way towards writing so much as other things. I've been blogging since I was 16, and still stand by most of them as being some of my...better thoughts. But not when it comes to things art-related.
One would think that by the time we're in the 20s, the insecurities might wear off. Well, I did turn 20 this month... :)
Some of my projects might have a theme and a story running through them. I haven't developed anything other than a sad or contemplative aura.
