Love. It makes me want to rise every day and begin again. But this is not the kind of love that you would instantly think about, I feel lousy in that area. My love for life is what I’m saying. Each day as I arise – though it could be hard sometimes that I have to drag my body from bed being tired coming from work – I would remind myself that I have a pending life to live and by opening my eyes and welcoming a day of new beginning, would make me add one more brush stroke to the unfinished masterpiece called my life that I am painting as I live.
(I am a nurse working night shifts, and I’m talking about rising between 2-3 PM after some 5-6 hours sleep)
My creator gave me an empty canvas. He equipt me with a brush, but it is up to me to choose the paint colors to use as I progress painting my pending life ~ it is unfinished.
“Unfinished” oil on canvas, 40×48(pending, nov, ’07 to date) By: Jeques B. Jamora
Life is an art school I attend, I love it! And the people, and places, and things; the seasons of life, each moment are my teachers. All these offer paint colors spread before me as I wake up every day. I just need to dip the tip of the brush from one of the tubes and do a single stroke one day at a time.
Often, like now, I move one step backwards to view my pending life-artwork. I’m beginning to like the image that’s slowly revealing from my everyday progress. I look back at my life, and the once dull colors I used to loathe in the past which I painted on my canvas are also needed hue for my masterpiece. Now I understand: shadows are essential and needed, too, to compliment the bright colors ~ to reveal the lights. I have no doubts now that bad times I went through and would overcome as I continue to move forward are necessary elements to for the completion of this pending life.
(Unfinished, to be continued)