“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed it’s the only thing that ever has.”
-Margaret Mead
This morning, as I set my coffee mug down, I reached for pencil and paper only to realize that my computer was before me. How long has it been since I wrote a story with a pencil? The words are faint, the pictures faded, but I used my imagination to create those tales. It involved much time and energy. These tasks were not in vain. I was filling my heart with joy, and it spilled out onto the pages and into the lives of those around me. Art comes in many different forms. Paintings and sculptures are versions of art, but this world has accomplished so much more. Art is the embodiment of a life’s journey. Professional success, fruitful endeavors, a legacy of breadcrumbs left for our descendants. Kids are miracles, and raising them is an art form. A labor of love, a source of comfort. Lives without children can also be rewarding; some people value this life instead. Marriage is an art form, and not an easy one. We find ourselves surrounded by artists, from canvases to kitchens, from written words to actions; we are all experiencing the world around us in our own unique ways. A smile is a temporary work of art. If you blink, you may not notice that warm expression. The mind stores these moments, recording them for future contemplation. When we open our eyes, we can see not only what is before us, but what is within us. Fill your life with creativity, utilizing your personal art form. Life is short. Live it wholeheartedly. The pencil marks may fade, but the story continues.
-SJB