There are no mistakes, only happy accidents
(Throwback to a clumsy art study of mine) "Sometimes art embodies the artist and other times the artist embodies the art" This was a lesson I had learned this morning. Today, through an encounter with paint, I ended up with marks of white splattered across my jeans and shoes. Although for the first 15 mins or so I had wished it hadn't happened, over the course of the next 15 mins I thought of it as a sign for decoration and painted the other jean as well. With the help of a few friends obviously. Is the jean messy and chaotic now? Yes absolutely but that's not the point. The point of bringing about this incident is to state the fact there is always a chance to find happiness, even in the messy moments. Embarrassment happens quite so often to all of us as it's a part of life. How you choose to carry it is what matters because there's always more to life than just ruined jeans and white paint. At the end of the day life is art itself, wrapped in it