I’m not greedy, just hear me out.
I was recently told that I have it too easy in life–that I don’t deserve this simple life that I was born into. A life where it isn’t necessary for myself to get a job at a young age in order to help my family to survive–a path where I never truly experienced loss or tragedy over money, shelter, and most importantly, loved ones. And I was told that it was extremely ungracious of me to have an urge to dig deeper into this world of possibilities rather than keep this lucky and sustained life I have now.
*Warning: Foul language is to be expected.*
You hate me. He hates her. She hates him. You know what I hate? Hate. Hate’s a hateful word and in general, hate itself is strong and hurtful. People today use it so casually as though it’s nothing. We use it so often too that it’s like we don’t even give much thought to whether or not we really do hate what we say we hate and whether we realize the potential of who we could hurt as we send that hate. Why do we do that? What’s the use?
There’s been so many wonderful and memorable sitcoms that have aired on television and with that, we’ve met families who we may have grown to love. We got the Tanners, the Cosbys, the Lopezs, the Winslows, and many more. And it’s amazing to see such diversity pass through television history because with every ethnicity in the world comes a different culture and story. One of the great purposes of watching family sitcoms is being able to relate to their stories and reminisce on our own memories with our families–although, this may not be the case for everyone. Read More
With desire to add more art onto the internet, I’ve been inspired by the blogs, “Shadows of the Day,” and “What Lies Near the Heart,” to post old and new sketches! (Their drawings are amazing as well. Check them out and follow them whenever you can!)
I thought of Simon Cowell one day and wanted to sketch him with a smile.