I lost my passion, I suppose. It was a tragedy, to me. Maybe it's still part of me, but I don't know anymore. When I attended the seminar, I learned that the main message was this: "stay hungry. Stay foolish. Do more. Find that crazy voice in the back of your head that screams at you to keep doing or die trying." But I don't know anymore. I thought that art was a fundamental part of my being, but today I learned that I'm not that crazy about it. Maybe I'm not that crazy about it. But I want to be, so so much. I want to create art and breathe art and think about it every minute, every second of my life. But is it still my passion if I can't tolerate the initial period of monotonous studies and sketches? I want to persevere and I want to matter in the art world. So I'll try. I'll do, I'll do, I'll do.