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I used to be an artist. I still am, I guess. But I'm not sure anymore what that means or if it's even worth doing at all.
Sometimes I get lost in my own thoughts and daydreams for hours on end. It's like I'm floating above myself or something, watching my life from far away like it's a movie playing in front of me.
When I was younger, I used to be really into this one artist who was known for her hyperrealistic paintings. She was the only person who ever seemed to capture the essence of beauty and emotion in such a stark, unromanticized way that resonated with me on a deep level. Even though it's been years since then, there are still moments where I catch myself thinking about what she would have done differently if she were painting my life right now. It's funny how our memories can shape us like they do, even when we're not consciously aware of it.
I don't know how to put into words exactly why this all matters so much, but maybe that's the point – it's supposed to be a mystery. Maybe we're all just trying to hold onto something real in this world where everything is constantly changing and nothing stays the same for long.
Sometimes I get stuck thinking about what I would do differently if I had more time or money or even just a better understanding of myself at certain points in my life. It's like I'm trying to rewrite history from scratch, one
