You know it, that each one of us has only one life to live.
(Yes, YOLO and all that.)
Then isn’t it rather tragic to find men and women, with resources available to change the world,
talk about what’s going on between the neighbors daughter and the guy from the 5th floor;
men and women, with geniuses capable of creating anything artsy,
using it for the daily routine desk jobs;
men and women, capable of independent thought,
narrowing their minds to accustom it to society’s popular ideas;
men and women, capable of greatness,
wallowing in mediocrity;
men and women, capable of self-expression,
slowly dying a mental death, every day, every hour?
For you, life can be a succession of glorious adventures worth narrating.
Or it can be a monotonous bore.
You have a choice.
What’s it going to be?
[Credits: This post has been inspired from Neil Gaiman’s answer to one of the art students
about pursuing what they love, in one his interviews]
PS: There’s a happy moment for me today, as my photographer friend here,
decides to choose to do what she loves and quit the monotony.
Happy Freedom Day to you, my Phalle :D