Ê𝐭𝐫𝐞

Kyungsoo.

It took me a while to figure out my place in this world, and maybe it's the same for everyone. I hesitated with every step I took, I crawled until my legs begged me to walk once and for all. I started smoking because I was one meeting in the conference room away from losing my sanity, my artistic être, was dying between screams and ignorance distributed in equal measure. My worst fear back then was developing premature gray hair, God forbid I would look even more emaciated. The strong coffee I had every morning—without sugar, a portion reduced to two fingers of liquid—was already taking care of that. Every day felt like an out-of-body experience, sometimes I looked in the mirror and didn't know who that person was.

Fortunately, every artist knows what the future holds. Shortcomings. Have bread for breakfast, pasta and chips for lunch, nothing for dinner. It is an agonizing routine, however, it is a better fate than suffering every day in a place where I did not want to be.

Of course I didn't believe in myself, I beat myself up every time I made a mistake, and I got angry at every task I had to do. Until one day I stood up in the middle of an argument, full of plenitude, b