Home is always within you

Some people spend their entire lives trying to leave home. And most of us come to hold disdain and contempt for the place that we grow up in. But really, even though we may want to leave that place more than we want anything else, it’s the one place that we can never truly leave behind.

No matter what memories or experiences our home has given us; it forms us, shapes us, and teaches us who we want to be and who we don’t want to be.

Home is always within us. It’s a part of who we are. And just as we can never escape who we really are, we can never really escape the place where we’ve grown up. If we manage to leave it behind and go off in search of something else – something better – we may just realize that the answers we seek were there in that place all along.

Mistakes, the foundation of your own truth

We walk our own roads and choose our own paths. No two journeys are ever the same. And when we realize that, when we find our own path, we know that we will make mistakes somewhere down the line. But it’s those mistakes, the detours that we’ve taken along the way, that take us to where we ought to be.

Some mistakes end up being beautiful, and they are what adds colour to what could be a very dull life. And if by making a mistake you only learn to not judge others so severely, what greater a lesson?

Mistakes are inevitable. They lead us, teach us, grow us. There is not as much to be learnt from success as there is from failure. Mistakes are your own foundation of truth. And although they do not have to define the rest of your life, perhaps they could define they way you live the rest of it.

Is it Art?

The graffiti under a bridge, the five-year-old boy’s drawing of a sports car, the doodles in the margin of a student’s notebook; is it art? Who decides what art is and what isn’t? There are entire university courses dedicated to studying what defines art and what can actually be considered art, but does that really take into effect what art means for the ordinary person?

Yet what is beautiful to me might not be beautiful to you, but that still does not mean it is not beautiful to somebody. The experience of art and beauty is an extremely personal one, making it different for everyone. But the true value of art and beauty is that it creates feeling, it stirs emotion, and it provokes thought – it just simply moves you.

Art cannot be defined, no matter how many scholars and critics disagree. It cannot be defined because whatever is beautiful, whatever touches our souls, cannot be boxed into a label. It’s a bit like when you grow to love someone truly and every time you look at them you are filled with feelings of admiration and wonder. You do not love them because they are beautiful; but they are beautiful because you love them.