So life, huh?

i'm not an expert at what goes on in life by any means......in fact, most of the time I just wing it. But it really is amazing how quickly things change. In art, what you create is left as-is for the rest of time - or until someone comes along and fucks it up for all its worth. you draw something, or better said, you create something, and there it is. Permanent. Unless you chose to modify it in some way or if someone sets fire to it. But in life, you age. you think you've been created in a certain way, and then all of a sudden, you're proven wrong by some chance occurrence. Like falling in love i guess - you think you're 1 type of person, but then, just THEN, the minute you meet that special someone, you realize all of your ideals are bullshit. All in the face of love. Life's funny like that I guess. 

It's pretty much the same when it comes to the other impactful aspects of life - one of which being death. You know someone for all your years, and in the blink of a moment, te status quo changes. so where does tat leave you? where does that play into all of the righteousness you thought you had down pact in your journey across life? 

the characters we create as artist are just about the only thing we can hold certain that they'll be there forever - but people, or worse, loved-ones.......change. They get sick. They get anrgy. And eventually, they leave us. Sometimes you;re subjected to watching the process - the catalyst, the effect, the aftermath. And still you go on.....pretty fucked up how as long as you're not the one that passes, you feel like youre the one holding the bag.

The bag. The one thing most people carry on until it starts to show. Gray hair. Irritability. Pain. But eventually, kindness. If you've ever been accused of not having a heart, its probably because you've forgotten how to hurt. But in life - that's the ..............and someone just tried to break in...............