Calm, quiet, peaceful, relaxed, in perfect harmony with life, full of love .... complete bliss, joyful and happy. This is how I would describe this painting. This is me, or what I want to achieve in my life. Through painting and writing, I achieve this state of tranquility... where I am not judged, where I can be me, where I am most happy.
That is what I want you to see through my paintings and my writings. Everyone sees only what I want them to see. What isn't written or painted are some things that you will never see.... my frustrations, my heartaches, my pain. All these I can hide. I am the only one who sees this part of me. You'll never know the thoughts, such monstrous thoughts, that sometimes invade the peace and the calm. But what is important is that you see what God sees in me, and I portray them in my simple works of art.
Only a person who is totally happy with one's self, quite comfortable with herself, and completely content with life can enjoy solitary activities. I do not long for the constant noise or boisterousness of some people, or the amusement, recreation, or social entertainment from a gathering of people. I do not need the admirations, praises, compliments, fame, expressions of approval, glory or applause.
I just need to 'be'... true, honest, sincere, respectable, trustworthy, to others and to God, who sees the real me. "I am all that I am because Someone loves me!".
Sometimes, I do enjoy being with the company of fun, smart, loving, caring, grateful friends. But I have detached myself from those who do not love me back. :( I can love and still choose to separate from people, if our behavior is repeatedly damaging to myself or to them. I have found new people in my life who are more deserving of my love. Found new friends to share my short life with. Turned my back on those who hurt me.
I am at an age where I am more comfortable with being alone, where I shift from being an adult into becoming an elderly person. Old age has begun. Old age begins with a minor fall that one survives... and death comes with the second fall. Being with other old people, colleagues from college, friends from high school, classmates in grade school.... one does not feel very old when around these same old people. I suddenly realize that I am not young anymore, and that half a century has passed.
What have I done? What have I become? What have I done for others? What have others learned from me? I can only say that I shared and gave until it hurt. I still do. I just have to accept that whatever good deed I have done for one person, may not be returned to me by that same person. I have been very fortunate, lucky and very well provided for. That must be the way I am rewarded.
Never expect people to love you the way you want to be loved. Suffering occurs when we want other people to love us in the way we imagine to be loved. I always say, love those who love you back... but if they don't, just try again and maybe next time, they will love you back.
Live, love and always be happy. (betsisanders 09)
That is what I want you to see through my paintings and my writings. Everyone sees only what I want them to see. What isn't written or painted are some things that you will never see.... my frustrations, my heartaches, my pain. All these I can hide. I am the only one who sees this part of me. You'll never know the thoughts, such monstrous thoughts, that sometimes invade the peace and the calm. But what is important is that you see what God sees in me, and I portray them in my simple works of art.
Only a person who is totally happy with one's self, quite comfortable with herself, and completely content with life can enjoy solitary activities. I do not long for the constant noise or boisterousness of some people, or the amusement, recreation, or social entertainment from a gathering of people. I do not need the admirations, praises, compliments, fame, expressions of approval, glory or applause.
I just need to 'be'... true, honest, sincere, respectable, trustworthy, to others and to God, who sees the real me. "I am all that I am because Someone loves me!".
Sometimes, I do enjoy being with the company of fun, smart, loving, caring, grateful friends. But I have detached myself from those who do not love me back. :( I can love and still choose to separate from people, if our behavior is repeatedly damaging to myself or to them. I have found new people in my life who are more deserving of my love. Found new friends to share my short life with. Turned my back on those who hurt me.
I am at an age where I am more comfortable with being alone, where I shift from being an adult into becoming an elderly person. Old age has begun. Old age begins with a minor fall that one survives... and death comes with the second fall. Being with other old people, colleagues from college, friends from high school, classmates in grade school.... one does not feel very old when around these same old people. I suddenly realize that I am not young anymore, and that half a century has passed.
What have I done? What have I become? What have I done for others? What have others learned from me? I can only say that I shared and gave until it hurt. I still do. I just have to accept that whatever good deed I have done for one person, may not be returned to me by that same person. I have been very fortunate, lucky and very well provided for. That must be the way I am rewarded.
Never expect people to love you the way you want to be loved. Suffering occurs when we want other people to love us in the way we imagine to be loved. I always say, love those who love you back... but if they don't, just try again and maybe next time, they will love you back.
Live, love and always be happy. (betsisanders 09)
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