here we all are again making promises to ourselves to be better people. yet we know we will stumble and fall and most will not get back up. it is those few who do who will change the world with their determindation. i myself have fallen and i have yet to know if i have the courage to dust myself off or if i will hunker down and wait for the world to pass me by. i am tired of fighting and not getting anywhere and giving my heart only to have it stepped upon. art has been a part of my life ever since i can remember picking up that first crayon and coloring inside the lines. but i find myself doubting the reason i was given this gift to want to create. i have randomly roamed from art form to art form, drawing, photography, acting, dance. i can not settle and be happy. i can not find the true me under all the masks and coverings. we decorate ourselves up to be presented to the world. but we lose ourselves to it. i want me back. i want to be happy with who i am and not with who you want me to be. i know i will probably fall back and continue to do as i have always done. but i know i am doing it out of habit. we are taught from young child hood that we should try to please others and to be selfless to be part of the team. what the hell are we thinking. we need to teach them to be their selves to stand up and scream at the top of their lungs I AM HERE! i know this is probably the winter depressed ramblings of my soul. but it is how i feel at the moment. be you for you!