Cliché Lessons

largeI wonder if you happen to notice, but cliché lessons are the hardest ones to learn.

Study what you love. Spend time with your family. Work hard. Keep trying…

They are slippery lessons: ones that you have to learn and relearn every single day. You listen to a TEDxtalk that made you want to change the world two years ago, and feel inspired all over again. This time with a slightly different version of reality: maybe you just want to change yourself; maybe you sign up for a yoga class. You read a book that made you want to become the next CEO like Howard Schultz the last summer, and get motivated all over again. This time with a totally different approach: you want to learn how to serve coffee. Human are such a forgetful and volatile species, aren’t they?

But maybe I’m not a grown-up yet. Maybe life has yet to deal a blow to me so hard that those cliché lessons are engraved in my mind, to the point that I don’t have to relearn any of them again.

Maybe someday I will find out…


Art Therapy

My 1st Art Therapy class

“Loneliness is dangerous. It’s addicting. Once you see how peaceful it is, you don’t wanna deal with people.”

My friends told me I got a Gothic style of drawing. 

Color Holocaust – My 2nd favorite

Last Saturday, I took this workshop called Art Therapy. After we listed out our personal problems, the instructor told us to ‘simply play with colors’. So I started to play with the colors, without any idea how the drawings would turn out like these. I was expecting to see some bright colors on a pastel background. But in the end, they all looked so Gothic, involuntarily.

Heart vs Brain – My 1st favorite

The instructor said “It’s not about creating the best drawing. But learning to love your own drawings is important”.

And so, I realize it’s not gothic or dark; it’s just disorganized, irrelevant and turbulent. Exactly like my mind. I felt like it was not my hand that drew these. It was my subconscious mind. Maybe it was not so bad after all.