Life has taken revolutions, been spun like a wool and yarn around the nest of houses that us humans and animals inhabit and has been tempered with love, effort, and liveliness since a long time but it’s like digging in the ditch of love and creating momentous time points of studying and artistic achievements which has been like a bridge under construction or roadworks that are in progress but passing through halts and halts of different types and nature, this does not mean that life has become dull but it certainly seems that my studying must be revamped so I can go ahead and create personal laurels for myself and find means and modalities of jumping across the hoops of failure like I did while being frazzled on the first rendezvous with needle, hoop, and thread of embroidery worried about the consequences and ordinarily plain feelings of hopelessness that anything beyond was unexpectedly not the answer as I was trying to expedition through in ways which were bothersome but ‘the languid gruesomeness’ let my internal fierceness retaliate to find the norms and rules of my artistic and educational needs and values that needed to be re-found and re-visited to fulfill and cater to instincts that are purely intellectual; thus, I must now be waiting for another set of books so I can be sure that great things shall take place at the right time amongst right people and the most appropriate place which alludingly is the first day of my class before I divulge where that will be be I decide and reserve my right to be silent to ensure that this time around my life and revolutions which I’ve taken solely with MYSELF is what I will futuristically feel happy about so I can attend the program I’ve been waiting to and I am able to practice like I’ve always desired to, I hope you understand, LOVE!
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