Lone Journey

Sometimes it gets tiring to try and try in this space where it is all up to your effort or just a glimpse of luck you got out of nowhere. Weird wild world, sometimes filled with hopes and sometimes too draining and it felt as if the walk is all on your own. And when all is there only to end, I still wish for hope to hold onto. The people, the words, the families, the friends, the collectors appreciating arts, the artists supporting artists, are all those who embedded hope to keep me going. Hope ain't just a word of feeling. It's the spirit you put in people that makes them believe in themselves. What is yours?