You start off as a blank sheet of paper. Maybe you’re a different color or texture than other sheets. That’s okay. Every paper is covered in potential. You are no different.
You make yourself into a collage, finding bits and pieces of things that look like they’re worth making a part of you and sticking them on. Sometimes they turn out to not be such a good fit, or to be absolutely terrible in the long run. That’s okay, too. You peel off what you can, and put better things over what you can’t.
Sometimes life happens. You get dirty, or splashed with paint, and the design you planned for yourself becomes impossible. Sometimes other people come and glue things to you without your consent, maybe covering up the parts of yourself you were most happy with in the process. And sometimes you’re in a place where there’s nothing, nothing you want to add to yourself around.
But you are your own collage. You can get out of those places, peel off or cover up the things that don’t belong on you, move forward. You can remove or cover the things that shouldn’t be a part of you. You can cut things that don’t look quite right into new shapes before you stick them down. You can plan a new design. It’s not easy, but it’s worth the effort.
Collages are made up of the different things an artist runs across, the candy wrappers and funny phrases and images that stood out to them, things that wouldn’t go together if the artist hadn’t decided they did. People are like that too. Each has interests and experiences and ideas that no one else in the world can precisely match.
I think that’s beautiful.
The above collage is titled “A Request Of The World”.