Aesthetic

Art

Today i did my art. While i was doing, my dad said that i've done it wrongly. He than told me the method to do this sort of art, the right way to do it. It was brilliant, though very hard too. My dad got all sorts of books for this sort of art. He got all sorts of books on art.

I've knew that my dad got a deep passion on art. But i didn't know how deep it was. From today on wards, i then knew that my dad's passion for art is too deep to see where it ends. When he was young, he use all sorts of material to make toys. ( He was very poor when he was young. )
He got the talent but his parents don't have the money to sent him to a art school. That's why he didn't have a chance to use his talents, his potential.

But learning the forms of art for a job is tough. You won't get a high income. ( I meant the type that draws and sell for a living. ) Artisit is always very poor. Their art piece will only be sold with a higher price when they are dead. ( Because there will be no more of his arts. Everybody have their form of art. You can't copy it. )

Thought there are people who enjoys life by doing art. They don't care whether they are poor or not. They want to enjoy life by doing the things they like. But without money, who would be happy? You will suffer.

Life is always weird. You want to do things that you like but you will always have something bad inreturn. Something that will make you suffer. I guess that how life works. Something like a balance. I guess... Well, we must get use to this. Its the world we're in. Get use to it...

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