Longing

I painted this one in winter, it was gray outside and I was missing the warm months when I spend so much time in the outdoors.

It’s hard to disagree with reality, yet we do it all the time. I spend so much time in my thoughts, planning, what will come, and how I will experience it. Obviously, it doesn’t make any sense. I can influence my future, but it will surely turn out at least a bit different.

From my understanding, it’s a form of escaping what is and the fact that I don’t fully except my reality. If I would, I wouldn’t need to dream of a different one and so I try to stay in the now and then it becomes obvious that everything is already perfect.

So I just breathe and look at the world and the longing is gone.