Art

I wait long enough for it to come. Trust me I have had first hand of ideas that speaks to the face of humanity but I can’t. If it doesn’t comes at all wait for it patiently, wait for it under the hot scorching heat, wait for it during the hours of work, wait for it everywhere, everytime, Wait.
If you have to sacrifice opportunities, waiting for it then do it. If you have to lean back and cry in pain waiting for it, then mourn. And if you have to hate the boredom of such process,  then die peacefully.
If the wait for the worthy is not your cup of tea, leave. Patience is the only quality you need to have and the only one you are tested through. Smoke the dust, drink the devil’s blood, live a sinner’s life but learn to love patience.
An idea is not the kind of expression you would want to keep it in your heart all by yourself. So let it out, let it fearless bird fly in winds of nirvana. For only in those little moments of nirvana, you may have the faith to write. It is worth the effort, that is to wait, for such is an artist- drawing blanks on the canvas of his mind under bright sun and somewhere at night, struggling to define him through his work, struggling to define life.