I Love to Learn and to Learn and to Learn

You walked and walked along the way,

The path of a past you wanted to change.

The same steps hoping it brings you a different ending,

To treat a pain that is ever mending.

You paved and paved along the way,

Engraved deeper your meticilous mistakes.

Summer, autumn, winter, spring,

All your energy spent on the same ending.

Life fooled you once, you fooled yourself thrice,

You never knew you were still paying the price.

But every lesson will repeat itself until it’s learned,

And through time and experience wisdom is earned.

You were challenged to walk and walk along this way,

You were forced to make the same and same mistakes,

Because this is the cost to learn how to pave,

A future where you will lead with change.

The Silence, The Artist, and Me.

When I look at a painting, I get the feeling that for a moment, I can do no wrong. For a brief moment, I am relieved of being an active participator, cursed to bear the regret of the mistakes I've made. I am a spectator.

When you've lived a life being taught that every step you take is wrong, every word you said should have been rephrased, every improvement could've been improved. When your empathetic energy is exhausted by something so apathetic, the force that once pushed you forward, starts pushing you down. Because when you empathize with that the problem is that you exist, you realize that the only solution is to "solve" yourself.

When I look at a painting, my thoughts stop. I disappear in the artist's pursuit of perfection within the painting. It is a moment when I feel at ease, in my body and mind, because no one can tell me I should have done, thought, said or been differently. At last silence—

is appropriate.

Like a painting's existence enriches, for a moment I'm inspired to think that maybe sometimes being is enough to exist.

In a moment of active participation my consciousness is heightened by the captivity of admiration.

I am dissolved.