My Work of Art

I realized I spend a lot of time complaining about my problems and trying to solve them, but few remarking on the great qualities of my life. Simple things, little things, complicated things, HUGE things, that make life worth getting up for in the morning. My friends and family, my health, my many blessings that I seem to over look regularly. Everything important to me that I tend to over look on a regular basis.

Some of you know might know I give out a lot of advice to people who ask me for it (and some who don’t). I joke like it is a burden to me, but it is really what makes me love life. The simplest act of a friend confiding in me or coming to me jus to talk about problems not only does things for my ego (which is massive by the way) but also gives me a sense of purpose and meaning. After every tearful conversation, after every deeply personal talk, after every secret shared, I honestly feel like I am doing what God wants me to do. I feel like I have done the one thing I was put on earth to do. Don’t worry, there is a point to all this rambling about purpose and God.

More than once, I’ve had someone coming to me saying something to this effect.

“ I know I would be happy, if only I could find…”

Now I’ve gotten a lot of different things after the word “find”. The thing some one needs could be anything from A boy, a girl, a stable job, a caring friend, purpose, goals, anything. Overtime I’ve come up with different answers for their conundrum, but it usually comes out as what I’m starting to call “ The Work of Art” speech.

Picture a man in a beautiful a painting, the most gorgeous painting you can think of. Now, no matter how beautiful that painting is, the man in it will never appreciate it to its fullest. Why? Because he can’t see it from the perspective we can. He is incapable of taking a step back and looking at the painting in a different light. If that man could, he would see everything he thought his life was missing was just around the corner, above his head, right next to him. The same goes for everyone of us. How many times have you ever been just one thing away from being happy? I know I’ve been one girl friend away from being happy for months now. That’s because I’m just like that man in the painting. I am letting the details of my life that can make me happy, pass me by because I can’t step back to see all the things that should make me happy. When you spend all your time looking for that one thing to make you happy, you let all the other things that could do the same just pass you by. Fortunately, both you and I are capable of taking that step back and seeing our lives for what they really are, A work of art.

I can’t really explain what encouraged me to write this blog in any way other than the way it makes sense to me. I feel like God told me to. Maybe it won’t help anyone else, but I can already tell it will help me, because I’m not gonna turn a deaf ear to my own advice anymore. Time to practice what I preach. Time to take a step back and look at my life and what makes it great.
My Friends who would do anything for me. My Mother who is the most supportive and beautiful woman I have ever known. My Father who has taught me more than he will ever really know. My little Brother, who finally opened up to me and spoke to me like a friend, not an older brother. My ability to put my thoughts down on paper, which has probably saved my life more times than I bother to count. God, who has guided me through this life so subtly, I sometimes even wonder if it was his hand pushing me in my direction.

God is great.
Say it with me now
God
Is
Great
And He has gifted me with my own personal work of art

Good night
I Love You all