Dear Diary,

Some think of art as a boon to a person. But has anybody bothered to peep into the mind of the artist? For someone, art can be a way to suppress emotions, to destroy distractions. For some, it is their way of expressing their life. And for some, it’s life itself.

Now, what do you classify as art, painting, music, dance, and the like? Oh, but that’s just not it, is it? Art is everything you do with your heart. Art is that which your heart sings along with. Art is the talent to skip, to run, to learn, to reassure, to charm, to console, and perhaps, to live life itself.

They say to make your life like a canvas, to leave your footprints on the sands of time like strokes of brilliance on paper. Live your life in a way that you would admire. There are hell of a lot bad days and a few good days to counter them. But isn’t that what this life is about? To make you stronger than you ever were before, to make you learn and understand the art of staying happy to withstand the roughest hurricanes.

And you will, you know that, don’t you? Whatever problem that you feel that will incessantly plague your life forever won’t be around for much sooner. Everything will pass, it won’t matter to you anymore, and in the end, all will be well.