Keep drawing. Keep writing. Keep playing. Keep talking. Keep singing. Keep dancing. Keep doing whatever you love to do. I know it sounds cliche. Maybe the kind of cliche that you jot down on paper to ace an essay, but I guess it's a pinch of truth in this world full of liars and traitors and people holding knives behind their backs, waiting to pounce. Keep doing whatever it is you want to do, as long as you're happy, fine, well and still on the line. Even though the tip of your pencil breaks off. Even though your pen runs out of ink. Even though they tell you to turn it down a notch. Even though your voice cracks. Even though you fall in front of everybody. Even though you're frustrated with how life is turning out.
I just needed to remind myself. It's not as easy to put into action. It's not as easy to live as it is to just exist.
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