By Brittany Davis
I’ve always heard people talking about how the older you get, the faster life seems to go. The days blur together and the months seem to be passing two at a time and the truth is, they’re right. But it’s a strange thing to experience because, well, nothing has really changed. There are still 24 hours in a day and seven days in a week. The only thing that’s changed, is us. We’ve gotten older, hopefully a little wiser, and are hopefully creating a life for ourselves each and everyday. Every decision we make, memory we create, and experience we encounter is another layer added to the masterpiece that becomes our lives; we’re designing it everyday. But here’s the thing, you don’t get one shot at it. Art, just like life, doesn’t always have to be permanent.
What you thought was one thing, could end up being something completely different. Erasing a line, or adding color, can give you a completely different scene; it could create an entirely different picture. That’s a pretty incredible thing. The fact that you never know what this finished product is going to be. That’s part of what makes life so amazing; the beauty is in the process. It’s in the progress you make.
Life is a series of moments, but it can be a series of portraits too. Every day is a blank canvas waiting for you to add life to the page. Every day is an opportunity to change what your masterpiece becomes. You get to decide. You can sculpt the life you want. You get to add the layers. You can look at it from other angles. Destiny is in your hands. You get to decide what the end result is going to be. You determine how many versions you get to create. We’re all works in progress. We are never finished products.
So in this process, make sure your creating. Whether it’s moments that pass like snap shots, or things you’ve worked to build like sculptures. Some things will eventually fade, but other parts will be more vibrant than ever. What matters is that you experienced it all. You took each moment as an opportunity to create something that lasts, something that speaks to you, something that tells a story. Life is about finding the beauty in imperfections. In every line you drew too thick, and every shape that came out wrong. You don’t get to erase the past. Evidence of it happening is always on the page. Hidden below the surface or where everyone can see, it exists. But you get to decide what they become; you get to make them mean something. You get to decide what life means to you. You get to decide what shape it takes on next, you get to decide the kind of masterpiece your life is going to be.