Here’s a quick drawing in response to something my relative told me most frequently. "Draw something else besides those ugly squiggles. Use that ‘realistic art book’ I bought you!" 
Those ‘ugly squiggles’ is my current style, as I’ve been told by my own kith and kin. I’ve given up on their constant depreciating comments and it somewhat feels like I’ve grown immune against them, too. But I cannot forget the shameful pain it caused me.
I finally begin to understand that the only one I should be competing against is myself. Against the most recent sketch, the most recent finished work of art, against my lacking perseverance and I know that I’ll reach a point I never dreamt of. Just like I did now. Just like I did four years ago.
Good thing they taunted me into drawing this, because I know what  I envision. Granted, perhaps in the future I’ll pick up a style with a realistic touch. But for now, I’m happy with what I have so far.

Here’s a quick drawing in response to something my relative told me most frequently. "Draw something else besides those ugly squiggles. Use that ‘realistic art book’ I bought you!" 

Those ‘ugly squiggles’ is my current style, as I’ve been told by my own kith and kin. I’ve given up on their constant depreciating comments and it somewhat feels like I’ve grown immune against them, too. But I cannot forget the shameful pain it caused me.

I finally begin to understand that the only one I should be competing against is myself. Against the most recent sketch, the most recent finished work of art, against my lacking perseverance and I know that I’ll reach a point I never dreamt of. Just like I did now. Just like I did four years ago.

Good thing they taunted me into drawing this, because I know what  I envision. Granted, perhaps in the future I’ll pick up a style with a realistic touch. But for now, I’m happy with what I have so far.

There are some artists that rouse your envy and summon unwelcome moods.

And there are those other artists that, no matter how advanced they are compared to you, you admire them with all your heart. You adore their art, and each artwork is somewhat like a gift dedicated to you. You don’t really wish to surpass them but you only wish to learn.

Jealousy is undesired, right? 

Regardless, in the end, envy slows you down, rids you from the enjoyment of creating, hinders your progress and makes you denigrate yourself.

Although, that envy can be used to your advantage. With that envy, twist it  and decide whether you want to give up or if you wish to rise above yourself. Whether you wish to challenge your skills and fuel them with the routine of practice or leave your previous efforts in the dust. 

That envy can be turned into arduous enthusiasm. And while you’re overcome by that passion, you’ll recognize your talent. You’ll get rid of that horrible feeling and you’ll remember yourself once more.

It’s truly a saddening cycle, when ardour alone doesn’t work.

Once in a while, it’s fine to take a break. It’s fine to set your instruments down, to let them rest as you fortify your mind.

And once you’re ready, you’ll resume your mission. A mission that sharpens your skills. A mission where you’ll only perceive the journey, and not the destination.