A few weeks before school resumes and I have been feeling a bit lethargic, at least when it comes to writing and drawing. I'd like to believe that it's because I'm enjoying too much, but that would be self-defeating, since I'm usually more inclined to write when I know I have too much bottled up inside me.
As I lay in bed last night, looking at the paper cranes I had installed in my ceiling (I was supposed to make a thousand in lieu of the quake in Japan a year ago, but I got caught up in the whirlwind of events last year to properly finish the paper-folding), I realized it was because I felt severely inferior to people who were more artistically inclined than I was - or than I'd ever hope to be.
But then I woke up today, and I heard this:
...and then I realized whatever I was doing now - whatever I've done and continue to dream to become - I deserve to do. Whatever my fears, my feelings of inadequacy... whatever I think I can't accomplish, I'll be able to surpass.
After all, all I have to do is do what I love doing best - art.