I find beauty in imperfection. Our imperfect selves define who we are and what we have been through. It is our own "bible" if I should call it.

I am a frustrated writer. I have never accomplished or finished anything yet.
Mainly because I do not consider myself a writer
Secondly, there's so much ideas in my head and I do not know how to convert it into words
Lastly, I just don't know how to start at all

Growing up in school, we were taught that there is always a standard to follow when writing. Like in math, there is a formula.
Indeed, there is. But as I engaged myself in painting, I realized that the process applies in writing too - no process. Art is art. You are free to express whatever in your own ways. Screw those standards and rules.

But I am still a work in progress, are we all not?  I write randomly - anything I can think of. Sometimes they're not making sense, sometimes it's about myself, my mood, my journey. It can be a rant too or that cheesecake I ordered in a cafe spending hours already while spending my personal time with myself. 

I am in my quarter life and I believe there are so many beautiful things that are about to unfold, dreams to chase, failures to learn and people to meet. 

But for now

I just want to write, that's it.

Wabi-sabi X Mancheta 2020