Everyone is an artist, of some sort. Some visualise it and create in an stricte art form, some don’t.

Just think about this. We get born with a tabula rasa. We start learning every single thing from scratch. Creating our own ways, drawing our own paths since the beginning of our development. We find our safe spots, we realise our strengths, we see what we’re good at or seem to be figuring staff out, in our own ways, with our own crayons - making that “rasa” slowly getting filled up with colours, notes and pin points. Some would take this “personal skill development from the youngest age of…[and here type their name]” script into their hands, flip it around and give it a title of “My life”. Some will draw on it, some will leave the cover blank. Or just with a simple text explaining who it belongs to.

We all carry that notebook, getting thicker and thicker as days go by, as we learn more, as we progress with obtaining new skills and making new connections - with others, with the surroundings, with people, or with ourselves. Today this happened, I learnt this, I will or not do it again, when, where and why. Analysing every single day. As learning in a school, or a school of life, there will be more pages with different days on it. Some painted, some don’t. Living- it’s the simple form of art. We are all creators, of our own micro-worlds, interacting with people, with the outside.

We learn, we grow, we adapt, we analyse, and we make it our own. The unique “my” version of our lives.