Life is art: a performance in search of purpose and reason.

 

To me, the greatest purpose is self actualization. The world is a distraction: we decorate ourselves in elaborate ways, we build tribes that echo own beliefs, and we try to fulfill emptiness with various matter. Sometimes, we lose ourselves to the worlds we create. We consume others, and let others consume us, until there is nothing left of the real us... but remnants.

 

By then, are we who we were when we started this path? Or, are we who we became along the way? Must we choose? Or are we both? And if so, can people ever really change?

 

The absence is not a void. It is not an empty thing. Instead, it's full of volume, for space takes up space. An empty room may be empty, but it's still a room inside a house. The absence is a lingering itch within our mind and soul, of what we want to be and what we could be... if the absence could be defined.

 

Perhaps, it's a dream, or a truth, or a loss, or a promise. To me, absences are what we ignore, for we may not even realize they are there to begin with. And often, excuses and justifications are easier to digest. It's hard to acknowledge something that might make us appear unfavorable. 

 

Art should always prompt conversation, if not be an instigator.