The beauty of life is it flows as if you're painting a masterpiece or writing the conscious flow of thoughts into your next post or text. But the thing when it comes to art is that it's subjective, so who knows what's best or beautiful except for the creator of the piece.
How many of you have seen the art piece where it's a banana that's taped to the wall? You're probably thinking to yourself that there is no possible way someone found art in a piece of fruit stuck to the wall. Even better, I bet you'll go to Google, or use your choice of search engine, to see if I'm telling the truth. The funny thing is that's something I'll bring up in conversation, and I still can't understand why that's considered art. It's all in the eye of the beholder and what they determine what is beautiful and what is not.
Let's look at life as an art piece that we can end up creating the finished piece and find joy in creating each piece. What would life look like for you if you saw yourself as the master artist? Maybe you see life as a song or dance, so go sing off key or create the next dance that's all everyone wants to re-create.
Who's in control of how the final outcome of the newest piece of art, which we'll call your life, is determined? Because the Bob Ross of your life and see the mistakes as an opportunity to grow and create progression. What lessons are waiting in the shit that occurred in the past that are waiting for you to discover and see how far you've come and grown?
Shit had to be used in a garden to create beauty either that being flowers, fruits, or veggies. So if there's beauty in those things, what beauty is in your life to embrace? Fuck the fake instruction booklet you've been given, so re-write the booklet that belongs to you.
Let's go 🤙!