The pure passion drove me to where I was, where I am and where I will be. Quite often, I got stuck in questing about everything, losing confidence, well, some darkness. And somehow my brain works like that. I tried so hard to control it, telling her to stop, using all my strength to fight back, blablabla... Hmm. Never works out.

Until one day, I tried to just let go, stop that "care," to breathe again, looking at the sky, or just doing nothing. The "terrible shits" no longer feel shiiiiit anymore, the things just aren't that big deal anymore. My passion is back, like, u felt your heart beating so fast, you wanna hug the air, the moments, I mean everything around you. That's a pure joyful experience. I love what I'm doing simply because it's just so much fun. My purpose in life is just to be happy.

Keep creating, keep imagining, keep living. 

Fuck that.