Look for the beauty because there is no perfection. We must embrace the here and now. Waste not fresh tears over old griefs. Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee. The living moment is everything.
Sometimes I have the time and patience to get from an idea to a fully fleshed-out, penciled, inked and coloured comic.
Sometimes I don’t.
I shall fall like snow and be wasted.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)