The body, mind and soul yearn for movement. There is only so long you can go depriving yourself of it. Eventually, you find yourself trying to access it.

Perhaps life's purpose is simply to find ways to fill your time; if that's the case, I suppose life's curse is thus deciding what is worth filling your time.

As there are only so many minutes a day can be, and you are currently operating at capacity; for each new activity to enter your day, one must go.

In truth, doing something because you fear the outcome if you don’t, can be quite a daunting amount of pressure. Instead of running toward something, you spend your life in a highspeed chase trying to escape the consequences of choices not made.

Perhaps, if I failed to create a decent work of mimicry then the resulting creation would be a creature of its own, an unintended act of creativity. Though, what value, tangible or intangible, would a deformed elephant provide beyond filling a page in a sketchbook.

No matter how long the sleeves, or low the hem, I find myself only performing on a stage where it does not seem to matter. The more I try to hide that I am a woman, the more I appear as one.

If social media felt the way it did to be around your friends, then perhaps there would be no need to turn away from it. Instead, it can often feel like going through people's darkest impulses.

We all know that comparison is the thief of joy. However, have you ever considered that comparison is the death of creativity.

The environment wasn't like anything I had known before. The way I lived my life in one environment was not something so easily replicable in another. However, that did not make this experience and the way my life was lived inferior. The experience was simply different.