Some people claim that life is an art, personally I believe that art makes life. That is, if we think carefully and carefully, there is not something we enjoy where we can not find something beautiful and artistic, even when heartbreaking things happen, even when the world slowly shatters our surroundings, even in those moments ...
like stars, that in their death create something beautiful.
The fact that a spectator alien to us can be moved by the picture that our situation reflects, is more than enough to demonstrate how the fact of living and producing emotions in other people is an expression of art, living, palpable art, because the art is about sharing emotions, transmitting feelings, connecting empathies, as if we were a canvas that screams to bathe in paint and run to the street to stain everything we touch and all with which we connect with our favorite color.
You, who read this at this moment, I think you understand what I mean, I think you can imagine one or several moments of your life in which you wanted to express intense emotions, intimate moments in which you wanted to create an emotional bond with someone , I think you understand perfectly that cocktail of hormones and emotions that we release and sometimes drag us to do some other madness, but after all, what would life be without something crazy ?, what would you be, if you leave May your art wither?
It is no mystery to anyone that the world changes every second, they bombard us with information from a very young age, they teach us what we like, what we do not like, and even when we grow up, even when "we say we have control of ourselves" we continue to be vulnerable to external influences and we sink into a generational linearity that accompanies us wherever we go and that causes us to often lose ourselves.
I do not mean to make bad decisions, nor is it about achieving the goals that we are taught at birth (such as marriage or university degree). These are moments in which we smile without feeling joy, when we get depressed for no apparent reason, just like when what we do stops filling us, even when we start to live by inertia, as if what happened to us and to the people who We love really do not matter, that's when our emotions become static, you do not become a bad person but you do not feel comfortable with yourself and you keep losing yourself in yourself, and you do not know how to find yourself.
I will not pretend that I have the magic solution to your problems, nor that these words will be of consolation when you can not find yourself, but what I can tell you is what has always worked for me, and it is something as simple as returning to the art of living.
You must go back to when we were younger and everything impressed us, everything was very bright, new and fresh. Today I invite you to return to the art of living and fill yourself with wonderful experiences, go and learn to cook a new dish, get a camera and take pictures when nobody notices, dare to travel to a place you never considered going, learn of new cultures and let yourself be amazed by their particular customs.
We all have an artist in our interior, the one that makes us take our art abroad, give yourself the opportunity to relive the inspiration of the artist who lives in you, so that it retakes the art of your essence, because art makes life and Life is in the way you decide to paint it.
