8:30 am:
Another day where none of my creations or works receive attention. I don’t understand why, nowadays, people who just splatter some colors on a canvas seem to get the most attention and fame. Maybe I’m overthinking, but I don’t think so. These days, it feels more like facing facts.
9:00 am:
My house has turned into a museum of failed art pieces. Despite graduating from the Faculty of Fine Arts, I still can’t find a job in my field, so I work at a supermarket to pay my bills. Today is my day off, so I’ll try my luck with my art again.
10:00 am:
After breakfast and freshening up, I prepared my materials for painting. I’m not sure if I’m ready to dive into it today. Seeing people gaining attention for their paintings, even those with unconventional styles, makes me question if what I create can ever receive recognition.
1:00 pm:
I’ve finished my paintings and posted them online, but it’s been an hour and still no views. I refuse to lose my motivation.
2:30 pm:
After resting for an hour and a half, I realize I have a lot more to do. I need to tidy up before my niece arrives; I can’t stand a messy workspace.
6:00 pm:
My niece has left, thankfully without seeing my works. I genuinely love my art, but it’s disheartening not to receive the attention it deserves.
9:00 pm:
After three hours of work, I’m losing motivation and feeling dizzy. Maybe I’m pushing myself too hard, but it feels necessary.
10:45 pm:
Feeling unusually tired, I made coffee, but it didn’t help. I’ve decided to listen to my body and head to bed with a book, hoping for a better tomorrow.