I heard that small little voice talked to me...ensuring that everything will be just fine if I dare to color outside the line. Just that, this painting is something that I would not want to mess up with coz I had learned to appreciate the respect I had inputted in the forms and shapes therein.
I have all night to decide what to do...I will not hurry up by leaving the strokes to my hand. Because I know, at the end of the day what is important lies in a guilt free pleasure of not entertaining the thoughts of what might have been if I decide to follow the order or mix it up a bit.
It reminds me that when I was working in Ortigas, I would always pass by a stall in a mall that sells fruits coated with chocolates. I would always tell myself that how I wish life can offer same thing to us. However we can only have apple if we want apple and chocolates if we want chocolates...even if truthfully, we want to have them both.)
I have all night to decide what to do...I will not hurry up by leaving the strokes to my hand. Because I know, at the end of the day what is important lies in a guilt free pleasure of not entertaining the thoughts of what might have been if I decide to follow the order or mix it up a bit.
It reminds me that when I was working in Ortigas, I would always pass by a stall in a mall that sells fruits coated with chocolates. I would always tell myself that how I wish life can offer same thing to us. However we can only have apple if we want apple and chocolates if we want chocolates...even if truthfully, we want to have them both.)
