In life, everything is predictable
to a certain extent…

The sun rises and sets at a certain time,
the skies play with colors in twilight hours,
sometimes pink streaks,
sometimes orange and bright red,
sometimes yellow behind wispy clouds.

Then the night falls,
The moon changes through its phases
no matter what shape it takes
it never fails to amaze with its face.

The stars twinkle
Clouds gather on rainy days
Seasons pass,
temperatures change.

It’s all predictable.

But when it comes to the workings of the human brain
predictability takes an entirely different train.
It is simple, people are either good or bad.

The good people remain good.
they do good things.
they make good choices.
Thrown in a tricky situation,
they may wander, they may stumble
they may lose their way for a while
but deep inside they remain good
There is hope in them,
They’re so hopeful that they see good even in the bad.

And then there are the bad people.

They do bad things,
not only to themselves but to the people around them.
They are bad even to the good who love them.
“No one is bad”, the good will object.
Perhaps, the bad will even “try” to be good.
but they seldom change.
the rotten continues to rot,
it prefers to be in a dump,
spreading lies, attracting flies
No morality.
No conscience.
No guilt.
No shame.

And perhaps that, too,
is a kind of predictability.

Book Review: Yellow Face by R.F. Kuang

Suspense | Social Media | Envy | Ambition | Racisim

Rating: 4.5 out of 5.

I don’t remember the last time I finished a book at this pace, in two days flat. Yellow Face is a fictional story of two friends, Athena and June. Athena Liu, a celebrated and successful published author, and June Hayward, a struggling writer whose career never quite takes off. Both of them love to write, but luck favors one over the other. Until it doesn’t.

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This Love

We do not belong to one another,
Love has no possession.
We are not in love,
For love is not a cage.
We are not two halves,
For love makes us whole.
We see one another’s imperfections,
Love is not blind.
Yet my love is your salvation,
And yours is mine,
Instead of open wounds,
We bare silvery scars,
Healed by acceptance and nurture.
This love we share,
It heals us both,
Granting the strength for us to be,
Who we were born to be.

All Art is a Kind of Confession

Quote of the day: “All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up.” – James A. Baldwin

What a beautiful quote and a beautiful confession!

So true isn’t it? Art is a representation of us, a form of personal expression, revealing our emotions and something deeply personal. Our vulnerable core personality that we put out and share with the world through art. There are different forms of art that reveal the truth directly, while some do so in a more subtle way. No matter the judgement or criticism, artists will not keep their creativity bottled up, we always find ways to express ourselves through art. Artists will never stop creating. 🩵

This quote, by the American writer James Baldwin, emphasizes that art is not just a product of skill or creativity, but also an essential outlet for the artist’s deepest emotions and experiences.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments related to this quote, what do you think fellow artists?