Active imagination occur in my most pensive and solitary moments, providing me enough artistic freedom and critical thinking on many things. However, I am a little bit introvert which hampers my ability to expand my comfort zones making my mind go weary and confused on whether or not to say and write what I truly feel. But as fellow blogger Elizabeth Spovoba quips, the introvert reaps secret joy from the solitary life. Despite my tiny shy blood, I strive to thrive and be a lot more happy to cope up with the rigors of daily life. At this very moment, … Continue reading Love is an Art….