Dec 19, 2002 23:03
as i sit here and weep at the thought of my sometimes pathetic life, i know there has to be more to this. i know there has to be more to the rest of humanity. why do we fight to maintain good in our lives? she told me once that it doesn't matter to her. she asked me what's so good about good, and love, and joy? i dont' even know how to answer that question. how can anyone answer that question?
you are such a role model for me. i look up to your strength of character, and look within to see how i can rebuild the ties to my own sense of what is right for me. the one thing that i haven't forgotten (and have sworn on my very essence not to) is how to love people. in all forms. it is my chief purpose at this moment, to let love enter my heart, and propel my mind, body, and soul into the gates of humanity. i must have art, in any form. of course, you must know that i believe art is universal. anyone who is passionate about what she does is an artist, and her craft is her art. farmers who love and respect the land, and the livestock are artists that deal with the birth of life. the rest of the world doesn't remember that what these people do is the very basis of preserving life... doctors who understand their craft, and put their entire mind into not only saving peoples bodies, but their spirits, are artists in another way. they preserve the life that we should want to live, and give us second chances at being artists ourselves. what is art to me? now you know why i think art is life. art is life and death to me. art is what the world, the universe, and our limitless minds, is comprised of. be an artist. love with all of your ability. and then love some more. give all you have, because you will only get endless results.