When all you want is to be able to please the people around you, is it even possible to hold onto yourself?

In a world where perfection is so sought after and desired, is anything less embraced with love and courage?

When the world you've known and loved for so long is crumbling, is it possible to stay standing in amongst the wreckage?


I had to wonder today about the world that surrounds us, and the extents we go to to try and fit into it and be a part of it. How we push ourselves and restrain ourselves and force ourselves to fit an image that the world will embrace with approval and pride. Or how we disreguard the ideals of what we 'should' be, and the price we pay for it. Ultimately do we end up sacrificing part of ourselves? Or do we end up embracing ourselves in the most positive and fulfilling way?

Today I realised how much I missed my painting...