My smile
I just read something that rang so true. I won't quote it because it still is ringing true in my head. Maybe somewhere down the line I will say something.
Yet it's funny how real things can be. Even more so when you find truth in the most unusual places. Even more so is the quick smile and chuckle you find yourself having because of the statement or observation.
All I am saying is sometimes we are all alike in so many ways yet we can't seem to meet in the middle. For the right moment might be compromised and scattered.
I think over in that aspect and find myself realizing that is the big picture. So the reality of the situation is that you and I could be standing right next to each other in the dairy aisle and truly say nothing. All for the factor we both think we are right. Yet in all reality neither one of us is. It's that truth in the situation.
I sigh because I didn't want to quote anyone but frankly if I don't, I won't ever give credit where it is due.. So the message seems to settle in my mind.
And the reality is that I still support and care even though we are strangers. Simply put I have moved on but still check up here and there. Weeks and months before I look. Not a bad thing.
The quote is effort towards art is worth it, no matter the medium. All truth is real there. I realized that when I said right on. Holding my smile and chuckling. Artists sacrifice many parts of their lives only to enjoy the response of the finished product. Whether it be a sale or just the piece in the sand washed away. A pure satisfaction.
Knowing that isn't what the message was generally saying but that is how I took it. I know I love the results I get from a finished piece. Each step along the way, bumpy or smooth I am happy. And loving all aspects of the emotions or expressions I get to put in my piece.
So sure I could stand next to you in the store. Not say one word but acknowledge the reality that you are right just as much as I am. And be proud to say once I knew you. Creativity and all.
Though today, I acknowledge your words. They made me laugh. It was nice. A change in me when I no longer feel sad by the words, or even seeing faces. Just living my life.
My peace. And You? What is your peace?
Yet it's funny how real things can be. Even more so when you find truth in the most unusual places. Even more so is the quick smile and chuckle you find yourself having because of the statement or observation.
All I am saying is sometimes we are all alike in so many ways yet we can't seem to meet in the middle. For the right moment might be compromised and scattered.
I think over in that aspect and find myself realizing that is the big picture. So the reality of the situation is that you and I could be standing right next to each other in the dairy aisle and truly say nothing. All for the factor we both think we are right. Yet in all reality neither one of us is. It's that truth in the situation.
I sigh because I didn't want to quote anyone but frankly if I don't, I won't ever give credit where it is due.. So the message seems to settle in my mind.
And the reality is that I still support and care even though we are strangers. Simply put I have moved on but still check up here and there. Weeks and months before I look. Not a bad thing.
The quote is effort towards art is worth it, no matter the medium. All truth is real there. I realized that when I said right on. Holding my smile and chuckling. Artists sacrifice many parts of their lives only to enjoy the response of the finished product. Whether it be a sale or just the piece in the sand washed away. A pure satisfaction.
Knowing that isn't what the message was generally saying but that is how I took it. I know I love the results I get from a finished piece. Each step along the way, bumpy or smooth I am happy. And loving all aspects of the emotions or expressions I get to put in my piece.
So sure I could stand next to you in the store. Not say one word but acknowledge the reality that you are right just as much as I am. And be proud to say once I knew you. Creativity and all.
Though today, I acknowledge your words. They made me laugh. It was nice. A change in me when I no longer feel sad by the words, or even seeing faces. Just living my life.
My peace. And You? What is your peace?
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