There is a time in a person’s life when he realizes that every choice he’s ever made has been contributing to an image of who he is and what he believes. All his life he has been an artist dabbing bits of paint upon a canvas. Some strokes are brilliant, perfect uses of color and skill that project exactly who he is, while others are small and without passion… almost apologetic. At times he paints over earlier work and all too often he covers up his most promising work in an attempt to make it better, leaving what feels like only failure to be observed. At least that’s what he observes…
It is possible I believe to live long enough, to pursure who we want to be hard enough that we will eventually surpass those around us in the things we find so important. Eventually we will create a world that seems to them perfect and a persona where we seem expert, but our knowledge and discipline only show us how little we have grown or maybe how fare we have left to go. We see that the canvas others praise is superior only by perspective and that it lacks most of what we desired to achieve. It is at that point a decision must be made. Will we paint what makes us seem special to the very few? Or will we take the leap required to paint for ourselves?
