The life I want to lead is one filled with projects. I worry a lot about my future, and how my choices determine where I go next. I love what I do–I love to write, and I love to design. But along the way I have found that attempting to rest also comes with a price. I’m someone who enjoys solitude, but those who I have found to be my closet confidants have said somethings regarding my passions. Sometimes they’re positive, but most of the time there is a coating of doubt that fills their words. I have also recently come to terms with my therapist that jealousy may be a part of how I am treated, but I try not to think about it due to my own insecurities on being a good friend.

I know I want this. I want to be in this industry. I want to design for others. I also want to provide creative projects on the side so people could be entertained by my stories and artwork. But as I progress into my second year at a full-time college, I am left wondering whether or not I am making the right choices. But despite this, I refuse to let the fire inside me die again. Because now, it burns hot like the sun on a cloudy morning–with hues of pinks and orange filling the sky.

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