It dawned on me that strolling along the garden of Life; I have kept my focus on maintaining a proclaimed self purpose to better people, myself inclusive, albeit made public for all to see. Probably like how I want everyone who passes by my garden to stop and stare at those prize winning roses, when in fact I didn't plant them at all - merely imported. This sheer realization that I have been doing it all wrong does not come as a shock. More like a guilty admittance to the cold hard weeded floorbed of reality.
It takes time to just enjoy a breath of fresh air from the bona fide city dwelling. Sometimes you feel like asking for a new window to leap out of to smell the fresh flowers, and enjoy the prospect of the sun in a secret garden with white picket fences. I rather search myself the way I am going to search for my secret garden, instead of trespassing into others'.
For now, my garden is like the Holy Grail of the gardeners.
Sometimes, it still really hard to come to terms with certain learning curves in life. Even more so, the art of grappling with and grasping the gobbledygook of living. Everything just seems a little harder when you are braving it alone.
Life, is not really fun without company. But if you cannot live Life alone, how are you able to spend it with someone? Such is the paradox, where maybe like most cases, safety in numbers counts?
The art of creating art is not painting it. But the creation of painting it without much thought process. Technicalities sometimes define the boundaries of what you are going to create. But in that sense, you build a bubble around yourself, limiting to what you are able to create.



