Actually my time is not that packed, but I just keep grumbling that I've no time to do the thing I love. I truly wish I had time to dedicate myself to my drawing, shooting and reading but I haven't yet get rid of my bad habit of keep saying that I've no time.
I make a note book about my dream, kinda like a diary, but also a corner where i compiling my ideas and some inspired things. I've been a bit sentimental lately, and I love words, which help me to get into a whimsical world.
Somehow I would think about a girl's fate. Is it a girl is born to marry and have children, and end up taking care of children and husband the entire life? I can't accept this fact, how can a person does not has a dream and does not put in any effort in anything and just sit there to wait for the man to marry? (Am I thinking the way that is completely not matching my age?)
I have a dream, and I am clear about that not every dream will come true, but at least I've try my best once to accomplish it, so that I won't regret.
When I am younger, I believed in myself that I will become the one I want to be one day, undoubtedly. But as time passing, confidence seem to be worn out. Reality make things become hideous and plain. But if its still some innocent thought in your mind, remember to lock it in somewhere where reality will never find out.