Pleasantly surprised to find this gem I wrote back in 2017. The 20-something me wasn’t so clueless about the future after all :)
The future seems like an empty page that looks so daunting, especially when I think about the next 10 years, already softly edging onto the dreaded patch of middle-age. However, the 20-something me had the audacity to write very boldly in ink, words that came from the heart with some scribbles from a Fashion History class for decoration.
I still believe in my dream: to live as an artist, to experience the glory, pain, and the kitchen sink of unexpected blessings I know will continue to come our way. I hope you haven’t given up on your dream yet :)
