skdrawsandwrites

When I say 'I love you,' I mean it in a way that's more profound than just the affection for the person you are. I love every single aspect of you, every fiber of your being, and all the beautiful intricacies that make up your existence. It's not just your smile, your laughter, and your kindness that I cherish, although those are a significant part of it. I love you, and that means I love the responsibilities you carry, the weight of the world that rests on your shoulders. I love your dedication, your ambition, and your unyielding commitment to the things you hold dear. Your sacrifices, your struggles, and the effort you put into everything – I love them all, entirely. Your lifestyle, the unique way you approach life, your dreams, and the goals you relentlessly chase; Your determination and the unwavering spirit that drives you to be the best version of yourself; Your countless responsibilities that often leave you with little room for spontaneity; I love them all. My l...

In the dimly lit corridors of this journey, each day, the unwavering efforts and the passion, once brimming with optimism and enthusiasm, seem to vanish into the void. The path I tread has become a slow march towards stagnation, my professional growth stifled and my aspirations held captive. I stand at this juncture, anchored by a singular reason that keeps me here, a solitary thread of hope. Like a solitary beacon in the darkness, the only reason guides my steps through the arduous terrain. While my truest ambitions yearn for a nurturing environment where they can flourish, I persist in a place that fails to acknowledge their potential.  Each passing day, the weight bears down on me. My skills and dedication should have found a home where they could be cultivated. The price I pay is steep, as my spirit is slowly drained with each passing day, and my sense of self-worth diminishes in the face of persistent neglect. Despite being acutely aware that I deserve a nurturing environ...

Looking back at the time where the world was a grayscale canvas, devoid of color, and seemingly devoid of life. It was a world of black and white, a mere reflection of the monochrome existence . But, your presence altered the very essence of my art and breathed life into my creations 🤍 The palette of artistry expanded as if touched by a magic wand, and my world was no longer confined to the stark confines of black and white. It was your aura, your essence, your very being, that ignited the dormant embers of creativity. The emotions that danced on the canvas mirrored the emotions that danced in my heart, all inspired by the presence of your soul. An art, in the presence of another art 🤍

The emotional toll it takes , the persistent feeling of remorse, the 'what ifs,' and the haunting specter of missed opportunities, sapping our energy and motivation. Regardless of convincing ourselves, it becomes a prison of our own making, and we are both the jailer and the inmate.  However, amidst the despair and desolation, there is a silver lining. Acceptance is the key to survival in this labyrinth of regret. Acknowledging that some decisions cannot be undone is the first step towards finding inner peace. It's about learning to live with the choices we've made, even if they could actually be better.  The human experience is fraught with certain decisions that leave us feeling trapped. But it's also a testament to our resilience and capacity for growth. While we may be stuck in the aftermath of a poor choice, we are not powerless. Through acceptance, adaptation, and the passage of time, we can find a way to navigate the consequences and emerge wiser. But , ........