I'm not an activist nor a revolutionary artist. Though I have ideals, it doesn't prioritize putting others above myself nor making the world an equal place. My world revolves around myself, the perceptions of life I have gathered, and the countless hours of thought-provoking debates I had within me. Everything doesn't need to be easier, but it is supposed to be simpler.

I'm only a human, a currently-functioning tiny piece of gear in the enormous contraptions we call the universe. Yet, my presence affects the life of others around me even if it's only by a bit. Though I'm not the best at giving speech nor at motivating people, I strive to make the best out of people I love. The smaller the circle, the better, they used to say.

I'm one of the dreamers that believe in seeking one's freedom. Though I understand well that freedom has a price, and that it is expensive. Freedom of speech comes with the consequences of having the responsibility of the words you have spoken. It is not a great thing nor a bad thing, it's just how freedom works. Ironically.

Long story short, it's okay to be tired. It's okay to confess your feelings of love and hatred. It's okay to be proud of how happy you are currently, and it's okay to complain about things that make you sad. You don't have to be at the top of the world nor you have to be on your lowest point. The beauty of life is that it accepts every soul the same way--pure and innocent--and when those souls evolve into a more horrible state filled with sins and demise, life still tries to hold on to those souls. Because accepting something means to take it in entirely with you, and you simply need to grow along with it. We don't need equalism nor humanism, we only needs to accept the fact that this world is not ours to begin with. Carry on, besties.