How can one repay the artists who have given everything in their art? The ones whose words or paintings touch your soul and dance in your heart.The ones who care little about the money but in healing and making the world a better place. I suppose the only way to repay them is to follow your own path and to give all of yourself to your art, completely.

Everywhere you look people want to escape, they hate their lives, they hate themselves, they hate that they are not happy, but they stay like princesses trapped in castles magically waiting for some prince to come and rescue them and give them the life of their dreams. Meanwhile, the life they crave is right there waiting for them to create, but it looks like hard work. But the people who created that life know it’s hard but choose to anyway.

Everywhere you look people want to escape, they hate their lives, they hate themselves, they hate that they are not happy, but they stay like princesses trapped in castles magically waiting for the prince to come and rescue them and give them the life of their dreams. Meanwhile, the life they crave is right there waiting for them to create, but it looks like hard work.

Everyone wants to be a consumer these days nobody wants to create. I guess it’s easier. But I think creating is such a beautiful thing, you get to bring an idea into reality and you can elevate a person's consciousness with just one idea. It’s kind of like a superpower but in reality, everyone can do it, if they want to.

The pain is in the silence in the saying nothing that one feels. Although it consumed him he said nothing. And nothing’s far greater than not saying a word it leaves too many doors open, soon you’ll be drowning in possibilities.

What a beautiful thing it is to create a life where you don’t want to run or escape where your only instinct is to stay,

What a beautiful thing it is to create a life where you don’t want to run or escape where your only instinct is to stay.

In this life, you can’t expect to come into existence and never be scarred by life, life messes every one of us up we are all pierced by its arrows and lay prey toits poisons and snares. But life’s a friend because, in the end, it makes an artist out of us. Life forces us to become, to push past the boundaries, that we set for ourselves and reach for something far greater than ourselves.

Everyone wants to be a consumer these days nobody wants to create. I guess it’s easier. But I think creating is such a beautiful thing, you get to bring an idea into reality and you can alter a person's consciousness with just one idea. It’s kind of like a superpower but in reality, everyone can do it, if they want to.