“We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man’s features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.”
-Henry David Thoreau
“Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.”
-Tennessee Williams
Have you ever thought of your life as a work of art? The choices you make and the experiences you have are part of what molds you into the person you are. There are other influences as well. The circumstances into which you were born, the people you spend time with, the teachers you had, the serendipity of being in certain places at the right time, and the ways you have dealt with adversity have refined and brought forth the work of art that you have become. We all started out as a block of wood or a piece of granite. Of course, there are many kinds of art. Some art depicts life as it is. Some art suggests life as it should be. Personally I prefer art that reflects reality over art that is abstract. Where we came from and how we live is also affected by the attitude with which we choose to live.
Everything except the moment you are in is either a memory or a dream. The moments of our lives are fleeting. Have you ever watched one of those live events on Facebook? People are “liking” or “loving” or responding with comments faster than I can ever keep up with. Such are the moments of our lives. As we go about our day “live”, we are “liking” or “loving” or making comments to ourselves about how we feel about the moment. It is challenging to keep up with our own feelings about each moment because they are fleeting and they go by so quickly you can hardly catch them going. Each moment quickly becomes a memory.
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