Works Of Art

I remember a moment when everything inside me went quiet.
Not the world — it was still there, moving, alive —
but I felt suspended between what I knew and what I had yet to face.
Somewhere between fear and hope, I stood at the edge of myself.

Before me stretched a space like a dream:
a sunlit meadow, a river glowing softly, trees in full bloom.
But in the distance, a shadow waited —
a boundary I could not yet cross, a part of life I had never dared to enter.

At first, I froze.
Every step felt heavy, every heartbeat loud.
And yet, I breathed.
And I realized: courage isn’t the absence of fear —
it’s the act of moving forward anyway.

So I stepped.
Every footfall pushed against doubt, against pain, against the parts of me I had hidden.
The light, the gold, the green, the shadow — all became part of the path.
The unknown was no longer a threat. It became a challenge, a teacher, a mirror.

By the time I reached the other side, I was changed.
Not because the world had shifted,
but because I had discovered something essential:
my own resilience, my own light, the quiet heroism inside me that had always been there.

This painting is that journey.
It is the everyday heroism of life —
moments of courage, of healing, of recognition,
stitching together the pieces of ourselves we once thought lost.

Everyone was once on the Journey to beginn with something and we all had this moment of not knowing if i could ever be the person i dreamed of but right here i’m still took one step after another and walk this Life how i want it to be.