I am a little sadden by my own destiny.
Looks like I am destinated to live a worried art life.
As my lots says...
My art life...is like the life of a bee...
When the weather is good, there is honey.
When weather is bad...no honey.
As in...it will be uncontrollably passive to the environment.
And indeed...for years it has been like that.
If my life...is fated to love art like bee love honey.
So be it.
As long as I am happy.
But am I happy.
At the moment, I really dun know.
I am sure i am out of my depression.
But I have a feeling I am nowhere near bliss.
Do something please.
Me.
Please.
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