I love my parents but they will never get “IT.” Not the Stephen King movie about a demonic entity in the form of “Pennyworth” the clown, who I’m sure, gave many children of the ‘90s clown trauma. With that being said this is not about clowns in anyway shape or form.
When I say “IT’ I am speaking of the big picture. Then again I myself along with everyone else may never understand “IT.’
The big picture to my parents I can guarantee will be a different big picture than mine drawn by a different artist in a completely different era of art. Being the normal citizens of the earth that we are, who are we to determine whose picture is better than any other ones picture except for our own selves?
Be grateful for the love and life given by parents. At the same time do not let the gift of life turn into the guilt of life, a perspective many people come to during their lifetime. Every single person should be living for his or her own self. Whether people do this or not is their own problem. Live the life desired no matter what judgment is given from the critic outside of the big picture.
Draw and create with the brush of opportunity with no remorse for the others who live panting their own separate pictures.
The only one who knows how truly great the picture is, is the artist. Be the artist to your own picture. Don’t let others draw your reality.