Mostly inspired by reading some of the works of John Adair. And then there's this gem I came across in a [note](http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/06/20/he-who-loves-rejoices/) in Paulo Coelho's blog: > There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to > paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all > the roses that were ever painted. > > >
Life makes lot of sense in retrospection. Now if I can make the present sensible, each moment of it, I will transcend the petty thoughts and actions. I cannot hold days, I can lose them; or I can live them!
> I do not literally paint that table, but the emotion it produces upon > me. **I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between > things.**Beautiful. How do you capture thoughts? Memory is treacherous, you get thoughts while sleeping, in the shower, in the bus, in all non suitable situations you ever imagine; you believe you'll write 'em the moment you reach your destination. And you just lost one of those gems. It feels so bad when you loose them. Ah wait, that reminds of this one. Watch it :) [ted id=453] Is it our quest for being perfect? Always? May be.