#PrayforSyia
20120112 @ Thursday, January 12, 2012
When I look at my life sometimes I think it looks like a beautiful painting in progress. Something that when I finish I will stand back from and be proud. I believe I was given my set of skills to finish this painting, and that nobody else in the world can.
When it is done I can imagine looking at my painting in a mahogany frame on a whitewashed wall of a museum in the perfect setting; appreciating every detail. I can also imagine that same painting in a hand made home in the wilderness hanging on a rusty nail and finding it equally worthwhile.
When it's in the right light I tell myself to always remember that I find the piece beautiful.
Then some days I wake up and someone has changed the lighting.
The soft white daylight can be changed to a violent yellow, or a repugnant green. All of a sudden the entire landscape takes on a loathsome nature. I can't see so many parts of the painting, but the ugliest are impossible to ignore. On these days I can't even think of a reason to finish the piece, to even pick up a brush.
Sometimes nobody comes back to change the lighting for weeks. Sometimes It's fixed the next day. There's no way of knowing.
When it is done I can imagine looking at my painting in a mahogany frame on a whitewashed wall of a museum in the perfect setting; appreciating every detail. I can also imagine that same painting in a hand made home in the wilderness hanging on a rusty nail and finding it equally worthwhile.
When it's in the right light I tell myself to always remember that I find the piece beautiful.
Then some days I wake up and someone has changed the lighting.
The soft white daylight can be changed to a violent yellow, or a repugnant green. All of a sudden the entire landscape takes on a loathsome nature. I can't see so many parts of the painting, but the ugliest are impossible to ignore. On these days I can't even think of a reason to finish the piece, to even pick up a brush.
Sometimes nobody comes back to change the lighting for weeks. Sometimes It's fixed the next day. There's no way of knowing.
Note : Dear thoughts, Y U NO let me sleep?
Another note : I don't know who this Syia girl is, she someone from my form yet i dont know who she is, anyway she has a lung infection. I hope you get better, although you probably will never read this lah kan? but yeah, it gets better. #prayforSyia
Bucketlist Boys
Thursday, January 12, 2012
I want to do this before I die.. #likeaboss