it all means nothing without them

recently i've been drawing out my life. the drawing is supposed visualize my life. what i've accomplished, what i'm proud of, and hobbies that all come to create my identity.

i've surrounded myself with these images and said "this is me"

but it feels empty. it feels like all I am is a list of accomplishments and hobbies. it feels empty. it feel like it means nothing.

why? i sat for a few seconds, thinking maybe my life is just sad.

but unpictured is all the people behind me that make up my life.

my mom. my sister. my best friend william. my dad. my best friends, march, jeremy, ethan, brandon, and frank. my cousins, nathan, alyssa, rain, robert, and faith. my roommate, anderson. my uncles chris, alvin, mitchell, and linus. my grandma dunne, grandpa art, and grandma pising. my fraternity linebros, bryant, jlam, joseph, jerry, nick, ryann, koop, michael, luis, kenzi, ian, and jake. my college friend, thomas and a girl, dianne. my hometown friends, jaustin, mikee, sebastian, ryan.

all these people make up love, memories, happiness, pain, disappointment, excitement, laughter, fear, disgust, boredom, numbness, and satisfaction. they are responsible for the invention of me.