Today, I poured watercolours onto the paper. I didn’t control the flow. I just let them move, soft, wild, honest …
It felt like life. Sometimes, it makes no sense. But still, I move with it. I let it run through me. I follow what feels true, even if no one else understands it …
Nothing made sense today. Nothing went as planned. But I chose to go anyway.
Go right. Go forward. Go my way …
Because even when nothing goes right,
I can still go right …
In my own way …
Roksana Tales 
We arent able to control everything in our day but we can learn from it or we can run from it. It sounds like you chose to escape from the circumstances. Congratulations on having found that means to save your day! Art is a remedy that we aren’t all blessed with. You’re a happy survivor because you know how to wend your way thru the dips in the road.
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The power of choice and resilience, I guess!
Dear Stefie, I love how you honour art as a remedy. Your words remind us that surviving isn’t just about enduring, but about finding meaningful ways to move through life’s dips with grace …
♥️
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dearest that means war
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Beautiful !! …; -)
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Thanks 😊
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Really liked the train of thought and the brushstrokes… Life is a lot like that, however much we try to control it . Great post, thank you.
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful words. Yes, life does have its own flow, like brushstrokes we didn’t plan but somehow belong. Glad it resonated with you ♥️
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Sometimes a mess is just what we need to see clearly. Through all that disorganization and chaos, there’s often a thread of normalcy for us to grasp.
Besides, making a mess with paint is half the fun!
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So true! Messes often reveal what truly matters
And yes, I so much love to mess with my colors and paint-splattered hands are pure joy! You know this, right? 😊
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