Art takes many forms: drawing, writing, singing, dancing, acting...
Art is creation.
Creators make the world more interesting with their crafts...
Artists make the world more beautiful with their work.
Writers make the world more bearable with their words.
Musicians give us a tune, and painters lend us a muse.
Designers send us ideas, and chefs help us with food.
Actors urge us to feel.
Comedians prompt us to laugh.
Singers inspire us to sing.
Dancers remind us to dance.
Art is creation.
Art is... life.
Life is a canvas. A slate. A stage.
It's a song. A dance. An open page.
Life is... art.
You... are the artist.
Life is... a story.
You... are the author.
Your life is the story of who you are. It's the novel of what you are. It's the tale of why you are here.
It's the story of... you. A story that's yet to be fully-told... because it's yet to be fully-written...
You are writing your story... right now.
As with any tale, each life has a beginning... and an end. But unlike most stories, the way your life began, and the way it ends, are nearly irrelevant to the plot.
One day... however long ago... you were born. It doesn't matter where or when it happened. You're here.
And some day... however long from now... you'll die. It doesn't matter how or why you do. You're gone.
All that matters... the only thing that matters... is how you lived.
In other words... how you choose to decorate the canvas of your life... how you choose to fill the pages of your story...
The good news? The way you choose to live this life... well... that's just about the only thing you can control. You can't change the circumstances of your birth. You can't change the inevitability of your death...
But how you live... that's all you, buddy.
The experiences after your arrival... the events before your departure... those are the things that matter --the only things that matter.
The "in-between" ... is life.
Life is a canvas.
A massive canvas, a forgiving canvas, a distinctly-unique canvas.
Yet, it is not a blank canvas. Where you came from. What you came from. Who you came from. Each of these things tossed some paint onto the canvas of your life.
Even still... none of these things... defines your creation.
Maybe you aren't big on "the arts." Maybe you aren't that "creative." Maybe you suck at drawing, and poetry, and crafts. And maybe you don't give a crap about any of that.
Regardless... in your own life, you are the artist. You are the author. You are the creator.
You are... you. No one else can be that.
Your life is... yours. No one else can live that.
You are the only you who will ever live. Your story is the only story of you that will ever be told.
The artwork of your life can be everything you want it to be: Mediocre or impressive. Boring or impactful. Fleeting... or everlasting.
Your time here can mean something. Your story can change something. Your life can matter.
It's all possible... because you hold the brush, the pen, and the paper. You are the creator of your own destiny... your own legacy.
No matter what your "artistic abilities" may be... you are an artist. Even if you can't paint, you're a painter. Even if you can't sculpt, you're a sculptor. Even if you can't write, you're a writer. Even if you can't act, you're an actor.
Your life is a stage. Act.
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