It hasn’t been always that I have known my place in this world. Many a time have I been lost. Uncertain of who I was or who I was supposed to be. Only has it been through years of trial and tribulation, experimentation, failure, and success that I have found a way. I wouldn’t say I have found the way, but I have found something. I have found a part of myself. I am certain there is more to be discovered, but for now, this is what there is. As time goes on, I find more and more my appreciation for the arts. It is perhaps in part because of this that I feel that maybe, perhaps, perchance, I possess the soul of an artist. I am not what one would typically call normal. This is the natural disposition of the artist. I always have been and continue to be an observer. I see the world around me and my thoughts run wild with imagination, hopes, dreams, and critiques. I see beauty everywhere I look. I also see pain. I see where humanity is at its best and where it can be better. I hold the world up to a higher standard. This is my torment. The source of my suffering.