No words

Although we seek for the words to speak in our everyday lives, on many occasions there really aren't any to justify the reasoning of whats happening. Why do we live in a world where the majority sing a song of me, is this what we were put here for? 

To understand someone you must first understand yourself, this is what we are taught. I disagree because although we sometimes may not understand ourselves we can surely observe another and begin to understand his/her actions, words and emotions. If the first statement was true, then there is no logic in scientists studying a subject if he does not understand himself first...

I surely do not get myself at times, and this problem arises in all of us, or is it a problem? Not knowing who you are at all times is actually a good thing. You can learn new things about yourself all the time and never get bored. Can you imagine living with yourself and you already know everything and understand everything about yourself? How boring!
So to conclude this quick write up, do not worry if you can't figure out who you are at all times, just embrace the moments you enjoy. Don't always assume you don't know the other person because that gut feeling or the things you've been observing can be the most trust worthy part of getting it all!

Critics

All it takes is that one punch in your stomach to send you back into reality! Realizing you really aren't as good as your friends and family say you are. These people love you, how can they critically judge you. Apparently, this was the case in our so called "real world" yet I can "smudge sh*t on a paper and call it art"(Rob Lindeboom)
I watched a video from a poet in London, Suli Breaks, that gave me the confidence to not let them faze me yet I walked out those doors feeling like I failed ME! I worked so hard to be brought back down in only a few hours. Some things don't change they say, yes that is reality. In the words of Suli Breaks, it is worth to educate yourself but don't let schools define you.
That is why I always choose to fall and get right back up, I choose to not let them determine the fate I choose to create for me. Now I'm not ignoring the fact that the critics around me follow the outline followed by hundreds of Art schools, all written the same and I'm not saying what they teach is nonsense and pointless but I won't let it determine that my choice of creativity is a mess cause I won't follow the rest.
This isn't my final, and I don't expect nothing more or nothing less from our reality. A world of imagination where a limit is stamped only to show the limitations and standardization of what we learn and they teach!