In years of becoming
Between dreams and reality
Isn’t it sweet. This beautiful, raw liveliness of youth.
Everything feels meaningful, almost romanticised. Every look, every choice, every emotion seems to matter. At the same time, there is a quiet pressure in the background. Find your place in the world. Become something. Become someone. Be flawless.
Be in control of how you shape your life, so you can become a professional in what you do, so you are better than everyone. Summers become shorter but more intense, filled with nights that feel bigger than everything that comes after.
The way we see love changes in a darker direction. Slowly at first, then all at once. Hearts get broken, put back together, imperfect, with cracks. And still, we keep loving. The fight against ourselves becomes the daily challenge. Thoughts circle, identities shift. We begin to understand that the rat race exists, and that it is not something we want to join.
Everything feels closer to skin. Emotions are stronger. Can you turn them off? Decisions can seem impossible, doubts go deeper. Control is limited, intensity remains. You fall in love with the beauty of darkness.
Self-expression becomes essential. Show yourself through art, music, fashion, and make-up as much as through words. It’s a statement. Telling stories without saying anything. It’s not just style or hobby. It’s survival, exploration, and freedom. We breath it like air. Communicate feelings that words can’t hold, and push back against norms that try to define them.
Our sense for the energies around us is clear and has grown stronger through the years of social media, which comes with less talking. We read rooms, moods, and people without words. Intuition is loud. Sometimes too loud. Be your own creator, they say. Find out who you are. Become the best version of yourself. And don’t lose yourself in the process.
Because while you gain experiences that make you tougher, the real challenge is to keep your most beautiful traits. Your softness. Your openness. Your colors. Your innocence. Maybe one of the truest things we have learned so far is that we don’t show everyone our true face. Not because we are cold, but because we are protecting.
Even when life starts to make you numb, art is the way expression finds its way through the masks.