Watching Life Through the Arts

I am an artist. A Word Artist. An Artist who uses word.
 If anyone gave me a paint brush, a stretch canvas and some paint, I would glare at it. I would not know what to do. Nothing would come to my mind, but I awake each morning with words pouring through my brain like an overflowing stream in a Caribbean hurricane.
 In my mind I am always writing. There never was a time in my life when I was not composing something that required words. I am an artist. An artist that paints with words.
 Each of us must know who we are. There are things about us that are trying to tell us who we are, what our roles are on this planet; telling us what we are good at, prodding us to use who we are meant to be to make this world a better place for those around us. Who we are is knocking at our door, not to be let in, but to be permitted out, but who we are is often chained by fear; fear of criticism, by damaged self esteem, by a lack of confidence, by self-doubt  and by attempts to please other people who want us to be who we are not.
We sometimes think that, were we to become who we are, people are not going to like what I do.
 I have learned that being who we are, and doing what we are meant to, should not be stifled or aborted because of  what others may think. There is room for everyone's talent. There is a place on the stage of life for everyone's work to shine.
 Everyone is not going to like what you do as an artists, a doctor, a farmer or whatever it is you are meant to do and be, but everyone is not meant to like what you do, who you are and what you produce. Of course we ought to do what we do to the best of our ability, but no matter what we do or how well we do it, our work will still go right past some people who may not even notice it or who may have no taste for it whatsoever. On the other hand, those whose lives have been impacted and even changed by what you do may never ever tell you.
 I recall watching an artist, who is loved by millions, present his work before a packed auditorium. A man got out of his seat, walked to the platform and poured coffee over the artist's script. Such is life.
 You will never be able to please everyone, but if you know who you are, no one will be able to stop you from doing what you do.
 I do not consider any type of art as being bad art. I may not like it. I may think it is poor, crappy and bland, but I still hope that despite what I think, the artist would keep on doing what he or she is doing as I am of the view that, although he may not be making an impact on me, I am absolutely certain that he is making a difference in somebody's life and that, in my opinion, is the important thing.