My first attempt at creating anything, whether it was a simple drawing or a piece of writing, was driven by a raw and unrefined curiosity. It was not about achieving perfection or even creating something good; it was about the fundamental act of bringing a new thought into a tangible form. That initial process was messy and full of uncertainty, but it was also incredibly liberating. It was the first time I truly understood that I could take an idea from the invisible world of my mind and make it real for others to see, a process that felt almost like a form of magic.
The reason I enjoy the act of making is deeply connected to that first experience. It is a continuous practice of problem-solving and discovery, where challenges become puzzles to be solved rather than obstacles. There is a profound satisfaction in the flow state achieved during focused creation, where time seems to dissolve and all that exists is the work itself. Finishing a project provides a tangible sense of accomplishment, but the true joy is found in the journey—the learning, the iteration, and the quiet thrill of turning a blank page or an empty space into something that did not exist before.