|This is not me in the picture|
As a kid, I’m always fascinated with how I think. With overwhelming creativity and imagination which led me to enjoy the talents I got from our bloodline and a gift from God. I expressed it through drawings and paintings, playing and “tried” writing songs and music, or just purely imagining things. As I grew older, my curiosity for my imagination sets in more deeply, thus making me intrigued and analytical on some things which had me finding myself taking my course, BS Psychology.
|Definitely not me in this picture!|
As an artist, I forge things using my imagination; by using my senses, I can mix things and create a big story out of one single hair I find lying on a table with intense passion. But compared to when I was little, I can do the same thing with less effort; as if I’m just kissing my toe nails. Now, being a psych graduate is different; it sometimes makes me create stories that have meaning to it or reasons why it got there in a more sensible or ‘realistic’ explanation.
|This is an actual photo of me taken last year|
As a psych graduate made me a bit crazy. I’m using my creativity to be my reality, or reality to be my creativity. Doesn’t make sense? I express things that are created out of my imagination, and imagine things to be something that I created out of my real world. Still lacking sagacity? Well, before you call the Philippine Mental Hospital, I just want to say my point. The kid in me still lives as an artistic behavior assessor which created who I am now. Yes, I’m me because of my experiences and the knowledge and wisdom I gained, but I’m still the person who creates my life. Now it also got me a bit confused.
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Things that I’m sad about growing up is my creativeness, well not really depleted, but more of not equally divided as compared to my childhood. I also resist being eccentric and different because I think it’s just a stereotype of what an artist should be. Lastly, my detachment-from-emotions is diametrically opposed from when I was a kid; when I was still young I can detach myself from my emotions because I live at the present most of the times, now I can detach myself (blame the psychology class training) because it’s either I wanted to or because I needed to. Yes you may think that’s a KEWL super power but it can sometimes be just a curse.
Things I’m happy as I grew up, uhmmm…a lot! I can choose which to be me: as a kid, as an artist, or as a psych major dude, with just a click of a…mind button. Yeah I know that jack of all trades is a master of none, but nevertheless I’m still happy.
I love my childhood, I love myself, I love my God, and I love my life.
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