24/05/2025
https://ko-fi.com/post/I-began-to-create-so-I-wouldnt-fade-away-S6S41FGNEZ
Dear Me,
You’ve come a long way, haven’t you?
There were days you thought you wouldn’t make it. Days when waking up was heavier than sleep. When the world outside your small room felt like another planet, and your own reflection felt like a stranger. But still, here you are.
I know you didn’t plan to become a creator to survive. You used to believe art was a luxury, a passion you’d pursue after life was stable. But when everything around you collapsed, when your country wasn’t your home and the silence in your mind turned to storms, creating became your way out. Not out of poverty, not out of pain—but out of disappearance. You were fading, and you knew it. So you did the only thing you could do: you made something. Anything. And that saved you.
You built figures with your hands trembling. You painted through tears. You filmed in a language not your own. You shared your story without knowing if anyone would care. Most days, they didn’t. But some days, someone did. And those days gave you just enough air to keep breathing.
You’ve spent countless hours trying to make everything perfect. Because in your mind, if it’s not perfect, it’s not worth showing. But I want to tell you: people don’t need your perfection. They need your truth. They need your cracks, your doubts, your trying.
You once performed magic for crowds. Now you perform quiet, unseen magic—bringing characters to life in the corner of a room. And that matters. That is real. That is enough.
So here’s what I want you to remember:
You’re still here. And that is a miracle.
Don’t stop creating. Not for applause. Not for success. But because your soul has something to say—and this is the language it chose.
Keep going. Someone out there is waiting for your next piece. And even if no one is, you are. And you matter.
With love and unwavering belief,
—You
