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Art or The Meaning of Life

I wish people would like I feel about art,

That they could weep at a dialogue well written,

That they could wake up in the middle of the night just to hear that song one more time

or read that passage again.

I just wish they could fear they are going mad from loving a piece of art so madly

That they could ache from how beautiful a picture is,

Break up with someone because they couldn’t appreciate a brilliant artist.

I don’t think that is too much to ask.

What else makes a life worthwhile?

Makes appreciate our lonely lives a little better?

What else makes us feel undeniably special?



Our lovers?

No, they might be all the good things in life but how dull and colorless would a life without art be?

And just how colorful and beautiful is a lonely life touched by art?

Art is one thing that never changes,

It will never betray nor forsake you.

The only thing that I think brings a sense of meaning to our civilization beyond surviving.

The only thing we do for its own sake.



p.s this is how I truly feel about art.

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