No one has yet been able to clearly clarify what the four lettered word is. and what it accounts for. Is life the world of our imagination or is it something out of our imagination and sight? The queries I’d put forth about life aren’t the ones that I interrogate about but they rather are the ones that I often inquire to myself. Life for me is something that makes me imaginative, makes me see the bright rays amidst the dark clouds and brings a curve in my lips underneath the pains and sufferings that come forth to me. Imagination is an art on its own. Thereby, life is an art, an art of living and seeing others live.[break]
Art is an imitation of life, an expression of life and incontrovertibly, a celebration of life. When I am alone, I get confined within myself and start dreaming of walking in the clouds, flying in the sky, playing with the colors of the rainbow and so on. These thoughts strike my senses in a state of euphoria. Sometimes, I find myself walking in the dark canal thinking about the ongoing compulsions and obsessions. However, whatever it be, happiness or sadness, life has taught me to be artistic and to visualize the journey with beautiful and colorful patterns.
Life gives us a chance to experience the art of love and passion and to know the truth of souls. Love and life are like tornado and volcano, the relation being as complicated as tapestry. If you know life, you know love. If you personify love as in fall deeply in the tunnel of love, then life is personified on its own. In the sea of life, love prevails. Personification is an art. So, indubitably, life is an art.
This implies that we all are artists as we are living the artistic art termed life. However, at a certain point of time, I find myself saddened, sobering and depressed because of all the things and the pain that it brings. Hence, I keep myself far away from imaginations and start looking into the core of the deep blue sky.
With my eyes wide open, I imagine flying with a flock of birds, singing as melodiously as a cuckoo and revitalizing myself. I leave back the sorrows and the dreary nightmares of pain elsewhere and move forward to cherish the ineffable joy of living the art of life. I, then, feel as if my life is enriched with the pursuit of art. May be life is an illusion, but illusion is an art too. So, conclusively, life is an art of creation and rejuvenation and will hopefully remain the same for an eternal period of time, at least for me!
The writer is a +2 graduate from St Xavier’s College in Kathmandu.
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