01.26.2009

It dawned on me that life may be compared to being enrolled in an art class. Each one of us is given the tools of the trade, and at the end of the term we will have come up with our creations.

In this class we are given free rein to arrange and rearrange, construct and de-construct, think, compare, strategize, with the end in view of producing something which may be good or bad, ugly or beautiful, beneficial or not. Each one has to come up with something to show for one’s time in the class.

There are those of us who will produce masterpieces; some, only possible mediocrities; others, merely blobs of color of clay, proto-creations at best.

Which one will I be?