In search of, me and not myself.
Hello everybody. This journal is meant for me, read on if you feel like it.
This is Tayma speaking. Ive been on deviantart these couple of days just skimming through the pile of messages, journals, watchart that's been created for the past what? 2 years I haven't visited?
My sister Dima and I share this account.. so if you've had any reply or sense that someone was on the other side, it wasnt me.
I felt curious to drop by, and when i did it felt like I had died here and I missed out on a lot. It's weird how we live through diferent interfaces, life goes on outside and inside the internet. I can't connect both. It's difficult for me to live life as it is and then keep up with : facebook, twitter, tumblr, deviantART, linkedin, behance and now google + (GOSH google, it's not cool to do EVERYTHING!)
So anyways, I've had a weird moment just then, logging in to deviant art after such a long time.
The same feeling when I was listenning to Eckhart Tolle. talking about the ego. At one point in my life I cared soooo much how many people would fave my work on deviantart and how many views and how many friends I had here, now i understand the reason it feels so weird coming back here and not giving a care in the world HOW many people will read this and if they give a crap. deviantART used to be a part of me, no longer is. :/
But it's still cool looking at your work. Maybe ill post some stuff sometimes
See ya!
Tay