Someone once told me I had really sad eyes, amd she wasn't talking about a momentary mood. I didn't say anything that moment, but I agreed.
It's overwhelming bruh...
But I just think that having a hard life is not an excuse for being mediocre. I had to grow up being too little and I would always heard that I was "too mature for my age". God I wish it wasn't like that. I can't change the past, though.
Now I have 18 years old. I already have two jobs, besides I'm an artist (or I'm trying to be an artist) and next year I'm starting college. But how can I carry on all of that? Just look.
Yesterday I woke up early in the morning, brewed some coffee and had breakfast. Then I organized the whole house. I just can't go on through disorganization! After everything was clear I went to write a post for the Hive community. It talked about a Gabriel García Márquez book, so that people would look for other stories but One Hundred Years of Solitude.
I'm hired in a professional choir, so that rehearsing by myself is an everyday obligation. It's the only way I have to improve my vocal skills and my music comprehension. Practice makes perfect I always tell to myself.
After lunch I went to the Martí Theater, because the choir had to sing for a political gala. I hate this kind of events, but they don't influence the way I sing. If I'm supposed to be a professional singer, it doesn't matter where I go, I will always give my best.
When the performance was done, my friends took me to have some coffee. Then we went to another place searching for ice cream. We ended up watching the sunset next to the bay. It was a peaceful and magic moment, so I couldn't help but make some photos.
I got back home, had dinner and decided to rest. This isn't a detailed list of all the things I did this Saturday. If I know that I can't give the time I usually spend to an activity, at least I try to make a 10 minutes reduction of it. Reading, doing Duolingo lessons, meditation and breathing exercises are the kind of things I keep on my routine and some times I just give them 10 minutes so I don't feel like I didn't do them.
I might not be Al Pacino, but I do have a little scar on my face (and I have inner scars as well). I just decided they weren't going to dictate my future. My eyes might look sad, but there's still light in them, so it only means I'm going to keep fighting until I have the life I want and deserve.
This post is AI-free.
All photos used are mine.