I got stuck on my thoughts wondering how I would introduce myself artistically, despite not having any idea how. My thoughts are on the problem but have still somehow noticed the sky gloom and instantly got hypnotize by the melody of such a beautiful sound of the tiny droplets of rain. I've been bewitched that instead of thinking of a solution, I stared on the window of my room as the water falling in drops from the clouds loudly drums the roof of my neighbor. I've seen the droplets drift down, wetting the clean greany grass on the ground. I love rainy days. Now I focused my attention on my lovely cat, scratching it's paws on the soft fabric of my blanket. I extended my right hand to touch its fluffy fur that I'd always love, healing me in the process. I love how it purrs as I softly massaged its neck. My eyes lingered once again from my bed to the large cabinet full of my clothes and unto the small desk, I saw my sketchpad lying there as if it's saying that it will always wait for me to accompany me on my adventures. I feel enlightened to be with my friend and so I walked in to the desk and started to draw. After half an hour, It's finished. I looked at my drawing very smugly. Although it's not that good compared to others, I felt very proud and satisfied. I felt happy. I gently tapped my left shoulder and said "it's good". At that moment, I closed my sketchpad with a smile. I was about to stand up on my sit but adrenaline immediately rushed though me as I saw a notification popped on the screen of my phone, alarming me of a new updated chapter of the novel I've been waiting to read. I excitedly opened the novel and read it. Soon enough my thoughts drifted again as I finished reading the last few sentences. I realized that I still needed to submit an autobiography of myself. Within the thumping of my heart, this idea came rushing down to me and I hurriedly grabbed my pen and a paper, writing this idea into a piece. Out of the 18 years of my life, I've never felt the pleasure of writing before. I was so immersed on this idea that I haven't noticed the rain has stopped. I dropped my pen and smiled as the sun kissed my skin, wakening me from my deep intoxication of joy that comes from my creation. I walked near my window and saw a glimpse of a small puddle of dirt left behind by the friendly rain. That day was such a lovely day for me.
A/N: This was an assignment that was supposed to be submitted to my teacher but I don't have the confidence to show them. My anxiety kicks in and overthinking something bad just filled my head. Thus, it ends up as just a hidden note.
"It's better to look at things beautifully rather than to despair everyday. "
