“I think everything in life is art. What you do, how you dress, the way you love someone and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea, how you decorate your home, or party. Your grocery list, the food you make, how your writing looks, and the way you feel.  Life is art.”

I must have read thousands upon thousands of quotes. But when I came across this particular one yesterday, I recognized it instantly as the most special, soon to become one of my favorites. Art may imitate life, but truly, life is art.

With this in mind, I am able to step back and view everything as a series of moving pictures. The world is our museum and each image is a reflection of you. Just as two people can walk away from the same painting and have gained entirely different meanings, as is our view on life.

Our foundation may remain sturdy, but the rest of us is often built, torn down and recreated over time with each defining moment, altering a unique life path and lens from which to view the world. This seemingly intricate maze is as simple or as complex as you make it.

This attitude instantaneously beautifies everything while simultaneously moves me in and out of reality. It creates and reinforces the idea of perspective because what is real to me may not be what is real to you.  As such, beauty, happiness and life are all relative

If no perspective is thought to be the same then, as a result, life is a billion images of art; a collection of infinite moments creating an explosion of colors and sounds that swirl around each person, if you were to just open your eyes to see and feel them.

Real art doesn’t limit itself to “happy” and serene. Real art isn’t afraid to capture the raw moments, the ones that often lie in our secret self. In the saying “life is art,” there is no discrimination between good or bad, for you cannot have one without the other. And in that lies freedom. All of it lies there before you, vivid swirling colors and images that eventually fade in the sunlight. And what a sight it is to see

The art I find most beautiful is that which is honest. The energy of such a person or nature is authentic, drawing me in by an inner brightness they seem to reflect; recognition of life that belongs to those who aren’t bound by its limits.

I would imagine one of the saddest states of existence would be one where you are fortunate enough to be surrounded by art and beauty, but neglect to see it in everyday life.

I challenge you to take the time, if just for a moment or an hour of your day, and appreciate your intimate surroundings; whether it is simply your innermost thoughts or the trees that change colors in the most nostalgic of ways.