We learn so much about being here in life, from listening and observing and reading and interchange with others. As I always said to my children, " it's all about the learning curve. "
As we celebrate the range and brilliance of Van Gogh's work, we imagine him in his own small perceived universe, tethered possibly to how life felt to him. And we awaken daily to the reality of learning that , in actuality, we are the one , of being and nothingness, of unlimited possibility- watching ourselves in our misconstrued perception of a seemingly limited life.
As we celebrate the range and brilliance of Van Gogh's work, we imagine him in his own small perceived universe, tethered possibly to how life felt to him. And we awaken daily to the reality of learning that , in actuality, we are the one , of being and nothingness, of unlimited possibility- watching ourselves in our misconstrued perception of a seemingly limited life.
A small description of Vincent Van Gogh's life- And aside from his enormous gifts he left behind, brazen and remarkable, all without realizing, for he apparently was so taken by the agony of his internal life, still, the question I ask is - What can we learn about ourselves, from this?
"It's the birthday of Vincent Van Gogh, born in Zundert, Holland (1853). He's the painter of sunflowers and starry nights whose work was just beginning to be acknowledged when he committed suicide at the age of 37. His brother Theo was an art dealer, and for years he had supplied Van Gogh with a small monthly stipend; in return, Van Gogh gave his brother every canvas he painted. He wrote thousands of letters to Theo. In one letter he wrote: "How much sadness there is in life. The right thing is to work." He moved to a small town north of Paris and painted feverishly until insanity overtook him. Two days before he died, he wrote: "I feel a failure. That's it as far as I'm concerned — I feel that this is the destiny that I accept, that will never change."
The Writer's Almanac
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