watching this after witnessing myself making a decision beyond my comfort zone, i tell you this from the perspective of someone who grew up in the middle not so religious family, but there is always a bit of a sideways glance at some of the art that has been created. i stated that art is a freedom—regardless of the purity and filth of a masterpiece. a sign from god that really hits too much to this home. yesterday i saw a reel on my instagram that said the hardest part of chasing a dream is how god gives me signs whether i should stop, or tests how strong my faith to keep going. art is freedom. and that is my dream for always. when smoke said, "you like singing? go write a church song." to sammie, try to tell me that this isn't a love that's limited by intermediaries. sammie did go, doing what he loves. singing his heart out to a sinful piece of music his father had called it. sometimes it's a sign from god, whether you should stop, or strengthen your faith, or rather ignore everything until you lose yourself numbly. this is difficult. this is really difficult, if i say so. we are all sinners, but in the end, to say the least, we have a witness in which we truly live for once. and i will always come back from it, to purify myself, again and again. until i'm tired. until it is all over.