This drawing needs a lot more work, but I got tired of working on it. So here it is, unfinished, just for you to see. :) I hope you like it, and if one day I get to work on it again, and truly finish it I will post the new picture for you
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I so need a compass sometimes. Some little gadget that can help me, show me where to go next. How to proceed. Where to step and how to step, step lightly because the road is just covered with fresh green grass and blossoming flowers or carefully, because a hidden dark abyss lie ahead. But there is no compass.
There's only little broken fragments of what would be a compass, your conscience, your family, moral values, friends.... God..., but somehow, sometimes neither one of them seems enough. In those moments when your confidence is broken and suffers terribly from past bitter moments, when you don't know if it's humiliation and failure or success that awaits for you around that sharp bend on the road; in those lonely, dark moments your broken compass is never enough.... Either way the steps must be made, your feet most be forced.... Are you scared? Of course! But you have to keep on going. You have to keep moving forward. And eventually you will realize that your broken compass for as much as it can't lead you all the way through and reveal a clear definite destination for you it will be there as the best support system there is. Not bad for a broken compass! But then again maybe it was never really broken. Maybe it was truly delivering you to your destination: in the open arms of those that love you and that will be there for you no matter what steps you make, no matter how many times you fall... So cherish your 'broken compass' it will lead you to a priceless treasure like no other. Clinging to words we try to describe the way we feel. The way we see the world. And for as much as we try, for as much as we search within ourselves somehow we still fail to show ourselves as who we are. So much is lost within us. There's times even we are blind to our own faults, to our own merits, to our own true personality. And then we try to translate this poor, crushed image of who we are, to somebody else. How can they ever see us? How can they distinguish the true version from the false ones? So much is lost!! And I wonder: are we all just scattered pieces of a puzzle we constantly struggle to complete? Isn't that the reason we always, even almost unconsciously try to find someone to fulfill us? To absolve the emptiness we feel within?
How can anybody do that though? We appear only broken, snatched little pieces of our soul, scared and shy, and doubtful...So much is lost... Is that the reason why so often we create castles in the clouds and see them crumble at the faintest gust of wind. Is there really any hope in succeeding if we don't finish translating who we are before we try to find other missing pieces of the puzzle? Translating your essence in words and gestures..., maybe we overlook it... but it is by far the most difficult 'language' ever, and the one we're most lost in... Welcome to my blog!
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