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My Life: As seen via my old sketch book

  • ibiliski
  • Oct 14, 2023
  • 2 min read

As I sat in my cozy, sunlit room, surrounded by the hushed whispers of forgotten memories, I found myself drawn to a dusty corner where an old chest lay half-forgotten. Inside my chest, hidden beneath layers paper and old school work, laid my old sketchbook. I hadn't looked at it in years, and the prospect of revisiting my old sketches filled me with both excitement and trepidation.


As I flipped through the sketchbook I pulled out was a tattered one from my teenage years. The pencil sketches within were filled with the raw emotions of youth. As I flipped through, I couldn't help but smile at the clumsy lines and the imperfect figures I had tried to capture. Each page held a piece of my younger self, a glimpse into my evolving artistic journey.


One sketch depicted a tranquil lakeside scene, a place I had visited with my family during a memorable summer vacation. The vivid memories of that trip flooded back, and I could almost feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and hear the laughter of my brothers.


Another page revealed a sketch of a me, in a cold and deserted forest. I remembered the sense of isolation and longing that I had felt at that time. It was a reflection of early Covid year when I often turned to my sketchbook as a way to express my innermost feelings.


As I continued to revisit my old sketchbooks, I realized that they were not just a record of my artistic growth but a mirror to my personal evolution. They held the emotions, experiences, and stories of my life. Some sketches brought back joy, while others stirred nostalgia or even melancholy.


Reflecting on my life through these sketchbooks was a journey of self-discovery. I saw how I had grown as an artist and as a person. The sketches weren't just pictures on paper; they were chapters in the story of my life.


With a sense of gratitude and renewed inspiration, I closed the sketchbook and carefully placed it

back into the old chest. As I did so, I made a promise to myself to keep creating, to keep sketching, and to keep embracing the memories and experiences that would continue to enrich my life's canvas

 
 
 

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