Life Is A Beautiful Pile Of Broken Pieces

Life is a complex, difficult, beautiful, joyous and melancholy thing. So many opportunities for regret, so many opportunities for love, so many opportunities to look back and curse your bad fortune, and so many opportunities to celebrate your courage, your wise decisions, and everything of wonder that surrounds you.

Look up and see the clouds, or the sunset, or the deep blue sky, or the stars of the infinite universe that connects you without limits to everyone and everything that ever was or ever will be. 

Look back with fondness, or with sadness, or in pain, or in pride. Look forward in fear, or in hope, or in anticipation or in excitement. Look down and lose yourself in everything that’s going wrong, or behold the earth that supports you, that transports you around the sun through space and time, that nourishes you and everyone else who walks this same earth alongside you.

Life is a jumble of countless broken pieces, all jagged, all without place or purpose, and all waiting for your touch to bring them meaning. You can choose to leave them as an uncomfortable pile of shards. Senseless and without worth. Or you can pick them up. Inspect them. Place them down, one next to the other. You can arrange them, create some sense of place, of order, of intention. And as the artist you can create a mosaic path to keep your feet clean as you take your next steps.

And this mosaic path can either lead you deeper into beauty, further into the Garden of Eden with every new stride. Or it can lead you into a no-man’s land of unhappiness and pity. Both are the same place, just seen with different eyes.

You didn’t choose the life you were born into, but you get to choose the life you live. So, choose. Be empowered. Make the decision. Take the steps. And create a beautiful mosaic with all these pointless, glorious, broken pieces that you’ve been given.