Have you ever wondered what it takes to be an artist?

I’m surprised by the amount of people I’ve met who say they could never be one since, so they say, “they’re not creative”.

The truth: we’re all artists in our own way.

To be an artist

“Face an empty page, and conquer it”, it’s said that’s all it takes to be an artist — whatever that means. Go all the way, from top to bottom.

Put your heart out, let it bare your soul in front of the whole world. Realize you’re alone. Everything else, an illusion of the mind. Allow yourself to fall for its tricks, but be sure to come back.

This doesn’t need to be sad. It all boils down to interpretation. Remember, “you can be anything you want to be”.

Accept your clichés. Let the shame of being the same as everyone else burn your cheeks. Rather than cringe, revel while you melt the otherness into the oneness. Become something much bigger in comparison to your single puny self.

In matters of worth, don’t question. What’s worthy is for it’s own sake. You are so. Rebel against anything saying otherwise.

Spend a lifetime watching the birds clean their wings on an early Monday morning. There’s no rush when you’re already there. And even when you’re not, what’s the point of rushing if you’re missing out the scenery?

Don’t clasp, don’t grasp, don’t clench your teeth. Don’t crave for results more eagerly than your will to live. Time will shape life, and life will be shaped in accordance with what has no other chance but to be.

Rejoice in letting things pass. Mirages might be tempting but all they do is deceive the thirsty. How would it be different if the waters you carry within were enough?

Even when you think it not, it’s always possible to go back to source. Feel the breeze and remember to breathe. The weight under your feet will deliver you back home.

No point in making sense when what I’m trying to point to thrives in the senseless.

In the waiting, truth arises of it’s own accord. Not from the voices of the World placing their should’s and must’s upon everybody’s shoulders, but from the beating inside one’s chest.

“Be this, be that — or otherwise,” everyday we’re threatened to pick sides without caring for the further divide this causes.

In the endless quest to be good, we seem willing to tyrannize those who don’t share our perspective. Willing to cast stones, ready to draw blood — forgetting theirs is our own.

Recognize this dichotomy, the true origin of unrest. The constant living in between yes’s and no’s, is’s and isn’t’s, caring more for being right over merely being.

In the end, balance is a tricky act. The only way of achieving it is to let the pulling subside on a sigh out. After all the struggle — no closer to understand the paradox of self — surrender.

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