dabbles & splatters

A few days back, I went to the bookstore. Stepping inside, I was met with a warm rusty smell of paper. As I walked further, I could faintly smell freshly ground roasted coffee beans and heard busy rustling sounds of book customers. What a feeling. A bookstore must be the only indoor place that can give you the same warm feeling as being with nature.

A few days back, I also tried digitally painting. This is what I came up with:

It's fascinating how art can be created literally with anything or with nothing at all. The tools are all in your mind, and your mind is limitless in its creativity. I giggled to myself, if only I could sell my drawings! But I can't stand the thought of my work being judged. Drawing isn't just my hobby, it's a passion and it's very personal. It marks the horizons at which my thoughts are.

I stared around the bookstore, walking around and reading excerpts of the best sellers out in the front... my mind went into a frenzy of thoughts! I transported to another universe, full of different stories, of damsels and knights, of dragons and children, of science and magic, all floating around in space, waiting to meet, to be written, completed, and shared. I couldn't contain my excitement! I had no idea where to begin, no pencil and paper to scratch my ideas onto! Time just wasn't on my side - soon enough it was time to go home. Driving back, firey sparks of ideas still contained my thoughts, but dwindled into sparkling mists as I curled up in bed to sleep.

to critics of love

Yes, it exists. You may not like to believe it. You may not like to be a part of it. You may have never experienced it, or you may be saving yourself from the pain that comes with it. But no matter how far you run, you can't get away from it. Yes, it exists. It's what gives us incentive to be better people each day. It's what gives us motivation to change. It can really truly change the world.

No, it's not about finding the perfect person or the perfect people in our life. So how is it possible to fall in love with imperfect people? Every person has their imperfections, scars, a past, dreams for a future, and a sachet full of a bunch of things they will want to share with special people - mother, father, sister, brother, that best friend, or those; and that special someone. It is the idea of being with these people that will, together, complete our lives. Make us more whole, more complete. Make us cognizant of the world around us. Of the good in the world, and of the troubles of those less fortunate.

It's the process of learning beyond yourself. It's self-confidence. It's friends. It's sharing. It's more powerful than any potion, an elixir that will make your desires immortal, and your ambitions unstoppable. It's the way to finding yourself. We may fear the destruction that it has the capacity to bring with it, but the only thing that will bring that destruction, is that fear itself. The true nature of love will imbibe in us such strong qualities, of strength, courage, and vigor, that if and when believed in, the highest power itself will bend to the intense light of it. And so it is about raising yourself as a person, to a level of pure giving.

And the only way to escape it is to not believe in it. Just like all other things, love will not exist for those who will not believe.

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