Reading R.F. Kuang’s The Poppy War was a defining moment for me, showing how a story can show the darkest parts of human history with raw honesty. That book proved that art isn't just a decoration but a deliberate act of shaping raw emotion, memory, and thought into something
others can actually feel, whether through written words, paint, or form. Art exists to make us think. It pushes us to confront hard truths, helps us feel what someone else feels, and connects us to parts of life we might otherwise never see.