daily scribble entry #78
I once confessed that ... when you've been writing long enough, you'd find that tenses—and all sorts of "tools" along with it—are more of a stylistic choice than arbitrarily set up grammatical rules.
I think it's the same with life, too.
Once you've lived long enough, you'd find that ... there's really no "right" or "wrong", or "good" or "bad; rather ... it's all stylistic choice.
Of course, it's important that we learn what history has to offer about what is "right" or "wrong", or "good" or "bad". After all, every great artist begins by imitating those that have come before them.
But once one has passed a certain point, it all becomes ... less clear. Complicated. Incomprehensible.
Curiously less clear, beautifully complicated, and enchantingly incomprehensible.
And ... at the end of the day, our lives are our own artwork. And every decision we make ... is nothing but a touch—of our own artistic taste.
#78: The Art We Paint
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