While one might perceive the proverbial white canvas of life as a delicate object, the actions we approach our respective canvases are actually much bolder than we admit. The painter within me cannot start with a blank canvas and systematically orchestrate my final image in one fell swoop. Instead I quickly obliterate the empty space and begin to occupy the boards with a concoction of superimposed silhouettes of color, thoughts, images, and evoked emotion that allow me to sift through layers of life reflections and gain clarity on whatever thought I am entertaining during that period in my life.
In parallel to our lives, starting at birth we brush on our existential layers with the same forceful nature. We charge out the gates within a conscious oblivion, dogmatic haphazardness, and awkwardness. We process and archive our experiences into our souls, the crevices of our mind, and perhaps into our physical. It is through the progression of time, we can become introspective about our processes and reflect which layers we will intentionally keep buried, scrape away, and/or re-veal/recover. The persistent reflection, regurgitation, and resurrection of insight, experiences, and lessons is what allows us to embrace and really appreciate the palimpsest and unpredictabilities of life. The bitter, the ecstatic, and everything in between. It is within the palimpsest we find passion, purpose, and potential. Clarity within the chaos.
