I’m reaping in the rewards of my return back into art, and it feels like a dream to me, one that I have longed for during my time away. The rewards are not monetary; they are praise and gratitude from the many people who have shown sheer enjoyment in my art, both from my recent comeback and from past works that I once thought would never see the light of day again. It’s heartwarming to know that there are those who did not even realize I was an artist until now, and these revelations have sparked a profound connection between us. These people have become newfound friends, woven into the fabric of my life, enriching my days in a positive environment and atmosphere that encourages creativity and expression. Each interaction feels like a precious link that is connecting to a new chain, one that no longer bounds me in the solitude of feeling cuffed and imprisoned by my own doubts. This new chain, forged from the experiences and stories we share, is made of vibrant links of life that I embrace wholeheartedly. I no longer feel the need to bury stories in the newly fresh laid soil beneath my feet, the soil that is now a canvas for the memories and moments I cherish as I walk this path to finish my journey. A journey that has an ending to tell, filled with rich experiences and emotions, and a legacy for me to leave that I hope will inspire others to pursue their own passions. It is a journey that not only embraces the past but looks forward to a future filled with promise, allowing me to rest and smile comfortably as I write my ending, secure in the knowledge that I have shared my truth and left a mark on the hearts of those who resonate with my art.

Perhaps my time away was the end of one season, and my life has begun a new season this Spring, starting off rough but moving into new beginnings.

Maybe this is the final script, the culmination of everything I’ve experienced and desired. The script I want to end on happiness is one that resonates deeply with my soul. I’m the writer of my journey, intricately weaving my story, and I don’t want any more villains or any more cliffhangers to disrupt the peace I crave. I don’t want any more hiatuses that leave me hanging in uncertainty or any more battles that drain my spirit. Instead, I want happiness to remain the central theme of my narrative, a constant presence that brings warmth and light. I have emotions again, vibrant and alive, and I want to feel them as they are meant to be felt, with all their intensity and beauty. I felt pure heartfelt happiness wash over me like a gentle tide, and I felt love enveloping me, making me feel cherished in this season’s return. I refuse to walk anymore lonely, dark roads, navigating the shadows, burdened by the need to bury stories that have weighed heavily on my heart. I long for this season to air episodes filled with continued joy and happiness, showcasing the beauty of life’s simple pleasures. I don’t want to continue on with the season if the network decides it wants the season to return to the roots of season one, where despair overshadowed hope. Let this be a resolution, a celebration of the joy I have fought so hard to reclaim.

Sincerely,

David L

Healing with art