lets hold hands

Life is art, completely and irrevocably. Life is our canvas, and our actions are our art. What shall we do with it? We have the capacity of living beautifully. Shall we do it? Do we dare?

I intend to, with the greatness of love and humility, ignorance and bliss, being both routed and lost, decided and indifferent, cautious and liberal, both collecting and distributing, generating, recycling, circulating kindness, knowledge and the art of an individual life, like currency, for the uniqueness of another on their decidedly distinct path. And we shall trade my stories for yours, your experiences for mine, and we shall grow each other, give to receive, give to build, give to shape and create and furnish. Give to encourage, educate, enlighten. Give for love and joy at being alive and free. And receive bountifully in your own eye, the peculiarities of a fellow nomad on this spherical realm. For we are nomads, all of us, and we are meant to learn from one another, all the things which are meant to be gotten out of this life. from others, we see places unimagined, experience events once exclusive and now open. All experiences in life are meant to be shared with others, to feed and fuel the race and stimulate growth in the interweaving tapestry of life. And it is beautiful, I say!

The tapestry of life, the interconnectedness of people, place, time, circumstance is both too amazing to behold, and too beautiful to be ignored. We are each other’s burden, belonging to one another, and God is the master weaver, who brings together all things for good. The tapestry of life is gorgeous, despite dark and seemingly messy places. Step back, however, and see how it corresponds astoundingly. You come to realize that all of life is just as one breath; matching and interacting with each facet we humans have structured as something different from the other. But nothing is different, everything is the same, only the representation is slightly altered. Art is the same as math and physics. History is the same as psychology, as religion is philosophy, and that leads back to art, which leads to math, and stars, and photosynthesis, and libraries, and people, and food, and personalities, and culture. It is all the same, except in the symbol and size of it! That is, you study one thing, and you study them all. It is merely up to you to decide which form and measure. All life is the same, yet the differences are displayed by a conglomeration of colors and images. Our senses inform us of the uniqueness and fascinating distinctions in this world.

And it is the free-minded that find it, I dare say. It is the ones breaking the mold of the sociological mores who discover how life holds hands with itself. It is the ones who dare take a leap of difference, for the sake of life itself, and they who behold the grandeur of the unimaginable presentation. Who stumble upon the truth of it while they are lying asleep on the shore of a beach in some far off land. It is those plagued by wanderlust and adventure who stumble upon the mysteries of life. And God bless them! For life is one, and we are meant to find it, through love and breath and courage.

Life is our canvas, as I said, and our actions are our art. And our art is a piece of the puzzle, and the puzzle fits together in a gorgeous display of ethereal and unmatched perfection. Don’t soil it with stupidity.

Life is meant to be lived by these simple rules: have faith, have love, have courage, have imagination, and have a good humor. That is all, and that’s the glorious end and beginning.