It’s been a while since I posted last, and since then I have been through the usual ups and downs of life, but I kept prioritizing other things over writing. I promised I would write something after a tv show, or after showering, but it clearly didn’t happen. Anyways, I’m finally getting some ideas out.
Lately this idea of change and progress has been resonating with me. It’s almost as if we are all works of art, being added to little by little with each passing moment. We may never be perfect, but all that matters is that we are being worked on with each day. Everything that occurs throughout the day has an effect on us. We may not choose to act on it, but that inaction is sometimes more powerful than any action we could take. Regardless, we choose to act or not act to everything that happens to us. Sometimes these instances make us feel good and sometimes they make us feel bad, but they are still a part of the entire “work”.
I picture a painter continuously working on his painting, adding slight tweaks here and there. Some of the changes may not be optimal to others, but all that matters is that the artist acts according to his own self. Really, that is all that matters, right? As long as he is happy with his own work at the end of the day, he can be content. He may not like all of the minute details of this work, but he can always readjust them later and even change them entirely.
I picture myself as this painting, with me being the painter. We are all painters with our own unique paintings. Each day, each moment we are adding different things into the painting, or adjusting details we may not like. All that matters is that we continue adding to this painting and that we realize it for its own uniqueness. It doesn’t have to be perfect, and it never will be, but there’s always the chance to adjust these little imperfections and keep painting.
All I can do is to keep painting, until I can love my work’s unique and sometimes abstract qualities. I can be content knowing that it shows what I have to offer and that is a beautiful thing: to realize that what I paint each day is something to be proud of and love. If you can’t seem to do anything else for yourself, just make sure to keep painting.
