The art we find in others

We strive to be performers, to unleash ourselves, to express our emotions with extensive passion, to be noticed, to speculate, to consume knowledge. We are made of stardust and it is to that same stardust we return; life is the painting that we formulate with the colors of the galaxy inside and around us.

It is all a cycle. Life is art.

We are spurred, not only by our individuality, but also by the influence of other physiques. If you think about it, more of our passion is derived from what we see rather than what we are born with. Sure, you can be very self-motivated. But passion? we are passionate BECAUSE of other people, it is always influenced by what we see that is translated into how we feel.

It is the art we find in others that pushes us to be the purest form of ourselves. The way in which those same people might find inspiration in others, we find inspiration in them.

This art is love. It is their love that pushes us.

What is life if not love, and what is love if not given?

The love we are given, is the art we find in others.