The Art of Being Human

Being human is an art, am I right?

We’re all out here trying to ‘make a life’, but if you’re like me, life is something of what I would call one long, awkward situation. Occasionally, we get lucky, or, if you believe it, fate intervenes. But I’ve discovered that life doesn’t have to be big or cosmic to count.

Having dreams is the most human thing, and it’s okay for those dreams to be reachable. You don’t have to decide as a twenty-something fresh out of college, or a forty-something just discovering photography, what your life will look like.

Life isn’t a single canvas that you paint once and hang in a museum, one quote in a book that you read over and over. Life is the whole gallery, a million spaces for stories and snapshots. Life is the whole book, cover-to-cover of a story that doesn’t follow one plot line. Life is the art of being human in a million different ways, constantly changing to discover the human you are today, tomorrow.

Life is an art, and everyone paints beautifully.