the Artist

Ever since I create Taste of Living,
I start thinking of myself as an artist,
and my life as an art work in progress,
the progress' that are never perfect
but changes that made to the rough draft during re-writes..
I add colors to my canvas,
and nuisance...
I add beautiful images,
and more colors,
I add sweet sounds,
and passions..
I'll pick the needle up and colorfull threads,
and start making the stiches on the corner..
I think Art is never stagnant,
neither is life.
This beautiful life is the highest art everyone has as a start..
I believe that each of us is an artist,
for artist is merely someone who access to bring forth something on.
With every choises,
everyday,
I am creating a unique work of art
on a fresh canvas
every one thousand four hundred fourty minutes a day,
I paint a master piece of my soul,
the frame of my mind on my life's canvas..
I draw the rough draft,
and create the poem.
I think of making a personal map,
and frame the dream.
I sing my own song
and I be quiet,
I cry in my pain
and I smile,
..
And the good art is progressing,
because art is not a destination..
my work is never really done
because no work of art is ever finished,
my journal is unending.
I hope my goal would be ambitious enough to be challenging,
but realistic enough to be attainable..