Everything you do is art.
From the moment you wake up until the moment you sleep, you’re creating art.
Brushing your teeth? Art. Putting on makeup? Art. Getting dressed? Art. Eating breakfast? Art. Kissing a loved one? Art. Driving to work? Art. Doing your work? Absolutely art.
Speaking to a friend? Art. Walking to lunch? Art. Reading email? Art. Writing email? Art. Browsing the web? Art. Daydreaming? Art. Brainstorming? Art.
Every single thing you do is art.
You cannot escape it. Whether you choose to believe it or not is irrelevant. The very fact that you’re human makes you an artist. You have the gift of conscious awareness, the gift of choice, the gift of creativity.
You can spend your entire life denying you’re an artist or you can whip out your paintbrush and start acting like Michelangelo.
Nobody is going to push you to make this choice, but nobody is going to stop you either. It’s entirely up to you.
If you’re feeling incapable of greatness; if you’re feeling unsure of yourself; if you doubt your potential; the paintbrush and the canvas don’t give a damn. They have all the time in the world and they’re not going anywhere.
On the other hand, your paint — your life — is drying out.
You’re an artist. Life is your canvas. One way or another, you’ll be creating your masterpiece until the day you die.
What are you doing with your canvas? Are you gawking at the work of other artists and watching your paint dry or are you painting your life with diligent exuberance and radiant passion?