​Do you ever feel that point in your life where you find yourself very blessed?

But then again there’s a voice shouting from the back of your head nagging, bothering, disturbing continuously. It tells you otherwise. It can’t be tamed by distractions. It sucks the energy out of you. 

Then you wonder if you’re pyschologically sane.Perhaps you never were.Perhaps our complexity can never be comprehended by our limited brains. And maybe accepting the ambiguity of it all is the point of life.


[image from my art journal]