Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true

Bon voyage.

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Life is getting unnecessarily complicated. 

Anyway, here’s a little preview of my upcoming template!

Yep, that’s the draft cover page. There’s still the Flash/After Effects animations, PHP coding to turn it into a Wordpress template, other pages, and general website development stuff. Quite excited about it though! New ground was broken and new ideas were pursued to turn this thought-template into reality.

1-2 more weeks to completion.

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I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two

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Beauty is fickle. It is a fleeting tyrant whom you can never quite shake off - for once you’ve seen it, all your attention is seized and your devil’s advocate becomes temporarily muffled by the blindfold of illusions. And instead of your reliable blindfold through which you perceive reality, you replace it with rose-tinted lenses - and the world becomes awash in swatches of pink and red.

When I first saw her, she looked really stunning. Like ‘whoa’ kind of stunning. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I thought to myself, ‘Yes, she is the one’, and soon after all thoughts either dispersed or run parallel to this stream. And I worked hard to get her.

But nobody ever told me that our chemistry had an expiry date, and soon the glow about her that once set her apart was lost, devoured by the incandescence of adjacent shining lights. In that single moment, she seemed to have folded within herself, like a rose that starts to wilt, and that quality of uniqueness I once associated her with vanished. She became ordinary. And ordinary wasn’t good enough. No, it wasn’t good enough for me.

Insecurity somehow managed to sneak past these walls of confidence and assurance. I started wondering if my sense of aesthetics was somewhat flawed. I looked at snapshots of her from varying angles again and again as I tried to figure out what could have doused that spark we once shared. Have I knocked my head somewhere and gained a new assortment of perspectives? Was there a third-party involved? Questions. Doubts. Uncertainty.

Of course, the proverbial sunlight that everyone is so fond of eventually (thankfully) shattered the dark clouds of cynicism and the associated patches of darkness dissolved into nothingness. I realised that the infatuation only lasted as long as my peers liked her too. Superficiality at its best.

SIGH. Such is the trial of being a designer or an artist - we fall in love with our work every single time. But we fall out of it quickly as well.

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