I know it's late but I just felt like writing. That's the whole idea of this blog, right? That's why I named it therapy. I guess it's my own way to feel better. To express what I feel. Actually I've been keeping a journal since I was in 5th grade. Of course many things happenned, the priorities in my life changed, I grew up but the essence of the journal is still the same. I kind of feel relieved after I write.
I've just finished my project. I'm not really satisfied about it but I've decided that I won't think about it anymore. I spent like a semester designing a chair. It's not that I postponed. All I could conclude is that designing a (nice)chair is more difficult than I thought. Plus I told my professor that I would design a chair using just joinery which means without using any kind of glue or nail. Even though I didn't reach the result that I wanted, it made me think tridimentionally. It seems obvious, after all I've been studying architecture for almost 6 years but most of the people can think tridimentionally. We just think bidimentionally and then extrude the drawing. That's true. I admit that.
Lately I've been feeling kind of weird. I feel empty. Maybe it's because I was living in a hurry and then ... puff.... I finished what I had to do. It's not that I'm doing nothing. I keep myself busy everyday but I guess the fact that I'm not oficialy working (which means earn a living) bothers me. Nobody in my family is pushing me but I push myself. I was brought up in a way that I believe that I can do anything. A dream can come true as soon as you make as effort (of course). But how can I start? There're so many things I want to do... so many ideas. Anyways, an a idea is not a complete idea if it's not done. This is the way I think. I feel that life is going on outdoors and I'm just observing it. It seems that is passing and I'm sitting here, watching...