Canvas

I have come to learn more and more about the work of an artist, and how they search and search for inspiration in their lives...of how they search for people, places and purpose in life, all for the love of finding a moment, an instinct, a spark of inspiration...all in the hope that they can sum up all their thoughts, views, opinions and ideas of a particular subject, or perhaps of all subjects in general...trying to capture all of this, on a perfectly clean canvas.

But finding the correct subject matter to capture can be hard sometimes...and sometimes everything and everyone fights so hard in Life to become part of a glorious artwork, trying to portray themselves as the perfect muse, able to inspire the imagination of the artist, trying to ignite a thought, a spark of wonder, a divine connection within the artist...trying to draw themselves closer to the artist, hoping that the grand talent will capture their presence, their aura, their own mystical self in the brilliance and magnificence of a painting, unknown, unnamed, undecided and unexplored by the thought of a man, untamed by society, untouched and unharmed by the palette knives of Life...But in truth, the artist remains unmoved and his thoughts unchained, fixed to the inhabitance and independence of his own majestic overture playing in the freedom of his mind, the prelude to his masterpiece, the crescendo of his development...his dream...his growth...his journey...of a thought.

I have found that the same applies in life...in lives...my life...that there are times when people slowly find themselves getting tired of forming the frame of your life, and find themselves left with the urge, the deep desire to form part of the picture...So if you find yourself in a place of indecision, and things spin out of control...think of this...if life is a canvas, and your time and place the frame...then the only person who can decide who and what goes into the picture, is the painter, the artist...the creative, imaginative...YOU.

Drowning

There are points we reach in our life, when we stop and realize that we've actually managed to fool ourselves and everyone around us into thinking that everything is fine, that we're coping, under all the pressure, we're managing, getting by one step at a time. Until we take another look at ourselves in the distorted reflection of who we are in the passing ripples in the deep, deep waters surrounding us, and we realize that even with the wake of a future hoped for, a past forgotten, and a present engaged, we realize that with or without the noise in the water, we don't recognize ourselves, and for a brief moment coming to the frightening realization that we don't even know how we got so far from the shore and how we've moved in so deep, and beyond the shock of the awakening, fanning our hands out and vigorously waving our arms to any passer by to see us, to find us, despising the smiles and the friendly gestures, simply because they couldn't possibly understand that we're not here waving...we're drowning...

Somehow the rough waters of Life have the tendency to just pull us in deeper and deeper into it's violent seas, and without even a moments notice, we can find ourselves too deep into the rocky coasts of confusion without anything to hold onto...and like the sea, Life can wash us around and around in it's rough waters, pushing and shoving, tumbling and turning, throwing us around like little buoys in the ocean...But here's the thing about buoys...through the stormy weather and the restless waters of a raging sea, they manage to stay afloat no matter what.

So here I am...floating...drifting by and by, being tossed around by the waves of Life on the waters of actuation...And I find myself taking a moment to realize this - That in Life, no matter how deep the waters go, no matter hard you are tossed and turned by the crashing of mighty waves, the point is that you continue the fight to stay afloat. Because even like random pieces of debris and driftwood find their way back to land, so too we all eventually, at some point or another find our way back to the shore...