I dropped by at The Collective in Malugay Street yesterday for Bloom Arts Festival. I used my phone camera.
After so long, we meet again. I’m done with school, like a hundred percent done with it, which is both good and bad. I’m officially unemployed and as of this moment, I can only count with both my hands the things I call my own. Meaning things I earned from hard work. All of those which could be stolen, lost, and broken at some point.
I would like to be the person who can afford to lose all concrete things and still feel complete. So I collect experiences, I go to different places, I try to meet new people even if it’s highly frustrating because I am socially anxious and having to converse with more than five people makes me panic internally. I try to push myself. I try to go beyond my comfort zone.
I hold on to memories and experiences that made me grow, and let go of the ones I needed to so as to prevent being held back. I try my best.
I need to find a job. Bye.