Curtains Closed

It remains to be seen if certain actions have had any impact whatsoever; big or small, positive or negative, things remain in the waiting. Questions unanswered and problems still lingering but it's almost August. Summer is almost done with all of us, Autumn is waiting its turn. I remain inspired to write despite promising myself to take a break from the words, I just can't seem to separate myself from my keyboard/notebook/pencil for too long. Perhaps this is the double-edged sword that is art. 

On one side it is refreshing and absolutely necessary to feel alive, on the other it is a poison that drains one of their power and requires tremendous willpower to produce something tangible. It's all a matter of living and dying then. Whether one prefers to live without feeling alive and watching the days go by as memories and moments float into the misty air of yesterday before they are eventually forgotten and left behind. Or to feel alive with every word written, every stroke of a brush, every note played or sung until exhaustion takes over followed by a deep satisfaction and an even deeper longing to keep creating, to prolong one's lifetime through their art, monuments that will stand long after they have passed. 

Mental fortitude is crucial to the progression of one's character. What the world breaks will leave behind ruins that can be built into a story, a painting, a song, a life. 

One can be broken but never defeated,

feelings may be ignored but art leaves an impression. 

All it takes is for one to stumble onto your path, 

whether they choose to leave or to stay for a few moments, 

make the most out of those seconds, those minutes. 

Let them know you wholly as yourself, withholding nothing back. 

Wish them well and let them go. 

Then begin your work once more. 

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F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1920's