The Confession

i guess when you are an artist, you look at things in a different perspective.  you challenge your mind to the depth rather than the shallow end. you sometimes let emotions overpower your judgment and free will. your creativity attack brings confusion to people.  and your words are never transparent.

being an artist has its perks.  you have a lot of excuses to be weird and misunderstood.

you could say, i am a self-proclaimed artist.

i have my moods. i have my moments. i have my doubts. i have my criticism. i have my heart. i have my mind. and i have my soul.

this represents how i am and how i react to the world around me.

my words can speak a thousand truths or can cover a one lie.  but consistently, it will come from something honest and true.

this blog may appear as indulgent, narcissistic even. but its a little glimpse of who i am, what am becoming and who i will become.

i am superwoman.. NOT!

my poetry is usually a mirror of sentiments.  sometimes my own. sometimes the emotions i get from others. and sometimes it just come with no particular reason.

my shots is the mirror of my world, the life around and the miracle of existence.

my creations is the mirror of my skills.  pushed by inspirations that propels evidence of  vision.

my writings is the mirror of my heart and soul. its a reflection of empathy and animosity all at the same time.


and everything else.. is a reflection of me.

my stubbornness and persistence are like blessings in disguise.  because it signifies commitment and conviction. it allows my spirit to not give up.  it heeds me to the direction that i need to follow through.  and its what brings me closer to Him.

some people may not fathom my radical being and sudden positive outburst.  its who i am becoming.  as experiences push me further and further to the clarity of my existence, i carry the will to endure the hurt.

i take hurt as a blessing.  for it reminds me to live. it protects me from being stagnant. and it makes me realize that there is abundance of relief after distress.

i take pride with people around me. as they teach me and inspire to be the person that i am becoming.  for the haters, it encourages me to be more vigilant and perceptive. they teach me the value of patience and humility.

for the kids that i encounter, every moment makes me thankful of what is given.  that happiness is not about what you have, but its about appreciating what you have.  may it be big or simple.  and the fact that happiness is not measured, it is felt.

letting go is an art of resilience.  it is not in us to deprive what is deserving for others.  its about presenting greater possibilities that enables each to grow and evolve.

nobody is perfect, not even the Pope. but what we can be, is to be the being that we are created to be.  to accept without remorse, to endure without refusal, to fail without blame, to conquer without fear and to love without shame.

all this i carry in me as i continue my journey.  all this i keep in my heart as i face off with new defiance. all this i glue to my soul as i am a child of obedience.

this is my confession.
this is me.
i am an artist.

hate me, love me, criticize me.
i am what i am built to be.


~A