It’s just so amazing to be a part of this life. Just a small element of the big outer world (full of curiosities!), and a core of your inner kingdom, where happens all the magic.
In the past, I thought that it is crucial to become better day after day, do something meaningful without wasting time, be useful for others and leave a mark in history.
This idea is quite good, but it doesn’t let a person realize something substantial.
There is nothing that is all-important – or more important than other things.
Any person isn’t that important in the world’s context, any purpose or good intention is just an idea that we’ve chosen to live with – in the long run. Without a person or his/her contribution, the world may change a bit, but it won’t stop its race.
Any big dream, goal or calling is a myth in some way. It can give an illusion of purpose, but the real purpose is in the very process of being. It may take a form of exploring yourself, your talents and abilities, other people, nature, culture, or just having fun… whatever.
The more I live, the more I see how everything that is commonly appreciated loses its value for me. I don’t want a career, or professional success, or appreciation, or authority, or a big house or wealth. I don’t deny or reject those things; they are just toys.
A toy can evoke a smile, but it won’t make you happy. And definitely, a toy isn’t worth dying for or stressing yourself out. Sometimes such a toy requires too many resources to get and hold in place, and it usually wastes your attention and puts the focus out of the right things.
In many cases, less is more. Much more.
For me, art is a way of collecting beauty. Pleasant impressions, imprints of emotions, wonderful color combinations and textures; a confirmation of life’s abundance…
But there is nothing that relates to my persona or a feeling of self-importance. I want to be dissolved in life, in the things I create or explore.
This is my way of feeling right.