Life is Art

The older you get, the more quiet you become. Life humbles you so deeply as you age. You realize how much nonsense you've wasted time on.

Today was nice. Really beautiful, if I may say. Nothing happened, but I woke up and understood a lot of shit.

I'm done with this back-and-forth with Artur. I love him, but if he won’t make a move, then he’s not worth my time. And Keith? That chapter is closing too. No more waiting, no more wasting energy on people who won’t match mine. I’m choosing me now.

I’ll focus on myself once more. I’ll become the best version of myself.

Today, I woke up at 6 AM, went to uni from 8 AM until 6 PM, got home by 7 PM, said bye-bye to my sisters by 8 PM, procrastinated a little (because let’s be real, habits die hard), then took a shower. And now I’m here, writing this.

But you know what? I loved today. The weather was perfect. We ate dinner outside, me and my friends, under a sky that felt like it was painted just for us. The sunset, the sunrise, the flowers in the trees, the night air that smelled sweet—chilly, but warm at the same time.

Life is not some cliché movie where everything falls into place perfectly. It’s a masterpiece. And art? Art is painful sometimes. But it’s worth living, because in the end, it’s our story. Your story. My story.

And I want to write a damn good one.

- Onnaya