finding your style

Appassionato, triptych

What if finding your own style, that vibrant, glorious masterpiece of your vision, turns out to be nothing but an elusive dream? What if you keep changing and never in the same place long enough to be defined?

Because - just in the time of your arrival, everything is gone already.

Every single thrust into a unknown,

useless.

Shiny newness,

gone.

Everything, except creativity.

What if chasing is enough?

And you let it go,

things of beauty

and everything is still here.