Life is Art

Everything is art.

Might feel like a very sophisticated statement.

But as I grow up, I can really see it in all things.

The rising of the sun and the birds along with it.

The morning coffee making business.

The way you clean yourself up in the morning.

The way your bed is arranged and your room.

The way you drive your bike/car.

The tonalities and variation of your conversation with people.

The way you walk.

The way in which you pet a dog and how it responds.

The falling of the rain on the trees and to the ground.

The slow marching of ants and insects on the ground beneath us all.

The way you hold your phone in one hand without it falling off while you lay in bed (sometimes if does fall, but that's ok)

The way you fuck things up in your life

Gosh if everything is art, why not make the biggest and most elaborative painting on a canvas you can.

You can have a few bad strokes and mess up on the canvas. But that's fine.

Art is not meant to be perfect, it's meant to be painted, through hardness, roughness, smoothness, gradients, rugged edges, broken brushes, etc.

The canvas cannot stay empty. For the purpose of it is to be filled.

God, just paint the best one you can!

Only you can see the full painting in the end. And passerbys can only see parts of it here and there.

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Days like these I feel how frickin big the world is and how much there is to explore.

How everything works just enough to turn the world. Creating life, destroying life.

There is art to it. There is chaos and order in it.

Living the time we have in here to the best of our capabilities is art in motion.

So why not make it the best we can.

Sayonara,

Kapil.