The Enemy Is Fear.

An Excerpt From My Journal

…what I’ve noticed about people is that they’re always reflecting, and remarking that “life was simpler then.” I mean, of course it was. When I was 13, I wanted to be 3, I’m 23, and want to be 13, and I bet that when I’m 33, I’ll long to be 23 again. What I don’t think people realize is that our lives are just like a Jackson Pollock. The complexity that each unique painting has is of our own design: all of our brush stokes, paint drips, colors, and patterns are features that define who we are. Now, reader, where am I going with this? It is a known fact that Jackson Pollock was never satisfied with his paintings. He would constantly add on to each work, and never felt they were complete. His painting, much like the satisfaction within ourselves is insatiable. Pollock’s paintings are a snapshot to life, in my opinion. If we take our lives and compare them to one of his works, we will see that amidst the chaos, even through makeovers and changes, our basic structure, themes, and motifs exist. That simple life we’re yearning for still exists. We don’t even have to really look for it. It’s just our duty to recognize, appreciate, and to remember that those simple times are here now. We must not forget that even though there is chaos, there is also simplicity, and it all comes together to create a timeless work of art. Look at one of Pollock’s works and you’ll know what I mean.