Suppressed by naïveté, discouraged by lack of self-worth and deflated by those entrusted with doing the opposite.
They are brief in existence and plentiful as thoughts.
The journey of an idea from conception to fruition is a perilous one. Only a fraction sustain long enough to be acknowledged for what they are. A smaller number still, invested in but without the backing of resolve.
What would an idea look like if drawn?
Would it be colorful, everchanging, heartwarming or maybe mysterious and impossible to grasp?
How would you know??