Jorge Luis Borges has put my thoughts precisely in the best way possible. The way I look at my life experiences — any experience that evokes strong emotional reaction — is like raw material that I can use to develop my art.

I have no art to show as of now. I blog and I make content, but they’re merely expansions of my experiences; ways for me to process what I’ve experienced, but nothing that would be classified as art.

The powerful thing about thinking of experiences as art materials such is that it gives me a sense of purpose when I see none. I may feel like I have sunk to the bottom of the pit, with no way out — but if I just think beyond that moment, I will realize that when I get through it, I would have garnered juicy passage that no one else has.

I don’t think there’s a greater form of true self-expression than the art that you create. It abides by no rules, it listens to no one. Its intent is purely the act of creating itself, to enlighten no one but the artist herself. This art can come in different forms, but I think it’s undeniable when you spot it. The art speaks for the person behind it. There’s no need to justify it or to make it useful. The art just is.