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Note MeCheer up dear reader. You are a masterpiece.
You may say you have quite the three fourths of the earth's weight above your shoulders and it might sound a little of just "pambobola" to tell you that you are unique and that you are different from the people around you.
But you are. Because you are a work of art and every art piece is created with unique identity that separates it from the rest.
Let's say, in order to be called a work of art, a piece must possess a story literally and figuratively. In spite of being so still and inanimate, it gives freedom to an overflow of thoughts and ideas.
It has depths shaved suitably to accentuate the leaves of infinite curiosity of theobservers.
It must provide the "unseen image" or the picture that is not observed but felt. A conceptwhich evolves and travels through the vividness of one's imagination - that is what an artist encodes into his creation.
Just like what the great artist up there did. He made us. He gave us superiority muchbeyond those dainty art pieces on papers. He instilled in us something that needs not be displayed in order to function – our heart and mind.
I know because just like you I am his masterpiece.
You know for a long time, I have been a victim of insecurities. I went through phases of cursing my curly hair, and my small body build, and my not tan but very dark skin, and so on and so forth. Imagine the cycles made by the hands of the clock wasted by my rituals in front of the mirror, and thinking how I could look different instantly. I also wished I was tall and big enough so that I can be a credible bully. Small things huh!
I'm sick with an autoimmune disorder. A disease I'll carry on throughout my life. I went through an unending cycle of depression. Painful ulcers occurred all over my mouth and throatevery month.
I needed to starve myself for weeks in order to lessen the pain. I lost at least a quarter of my total weight. It was hilarious. It was so wickedly painful that just because I needed to fight,my pain tolerance adjusted itself until the point of being so seemingly numb in the worst way.
I stopped and now I'm delayed of schooling. I was so close to giving up. But He didn'tgive up on me. I spelled Him anonymous but he continuously identified himself in ways only he is able to. I felt His magic wand patching my heartaches. He has this weird yet magnificent way of sneaking into one's mind and slapping that sleeping consciousness.
He led me back to reality - in my faulty life story.
It's not a perfect story but neither does anyone else's story. It's just that from my experience, I learned to consider what most people call as "pasakit" as His way of adding some depth into my raw canvass. Instead of looking at it as trials, I now see them as responsibilities. And I'm glad to be entrusted of those.
I'm not a perfect art but still a masterpiece.
Just as how Mona Lisa remains pleasing with no brows and wide forehead or how the obscenity of Michelangelo's David is displayed artistically.
Just as how Jovy Sasutona, a Filipino artist, became paralyzed from the neck down but pursued his passion to paint by his mouth, or, how Jessica Cox, from being born without arms, learned to fly an airplane.
They are just two of the imperfect forms of art who doesn't live a perfect life butmanaged to exist with what's left with them and presented their selves beautifully. There are many more imperfect art pieces out there, including us, including you. Each of us has a distinct story to tell.
We are masterpieces in progress. Our life is a never ending roll of canvas and how we make our journey is how we paint ourselves eternally.
We are the art pieces without the artist's signature. Obtaining that signature would seem to be a big challenge, nevertheless the worthiest reward as well.
Omit that frown and smile! The rest will never be easy. No one said it will be. The canvass may be rough but it isn't always rough. It may tear once you rub too hard but then you'll realize how to stroke lighter next time.
Be afraid not. You never paint alone. You have the master craftsman up there! I tell you, he works exceptionally.
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