acrilic on canvas
In a life there are two sides, good and bad. Every journey of life there are many obstacles, climb and something that can extend the trip that makes it not always nyaman.Pada ultimately, human beings are born in the world, Adam - Hawa . I was born as a human being like a doll's hand strap, where destiny in life has been governed by the creator-Nya.Semisal of whom were born and when to die, it is a secret and regulations- Nya.Seperti doll, a piece of string that blanketed parts of the points of the body puppets make it move freely. But man can change his fate, by trying in various ways and media.Aku as a man who tried to change the fate of ourselves, just to get what is best for oneself and for people lain.Concatenate determination to try to stand with the ability and all limitations, in order to stand and move more towards maju.Where stepped foot there are always people who are smarter, powerful, strong, various obstacles and hindrance. However, the Creator created human beings with different abilities and advantages. No man is perfect. so I'll walk with excess and limitations. All my life the way it is an option .. As with any complaints it makes a shape perception. drawing with a stick without brushes, with the intent and purpose .. These things are suffering life .But, should not make my chest sempit.Menyiksa inner self, my head up just a little,. They have advantages that others lack.So instead, I am not them.Like this is called the stage of life.
my ego is an Observer Participant, whose superpower, uncertain opportunity, acts as huckster in a carnival ride of free will, motive and time by assuming roles of game host and player linked by chains of events, or to hedge bets against a Greater Fool. Anything goes. Everything counts. Fate, Luck of Fortune assigned by relative to preordained or random turns are subject to short-sighted cheats or social brands of justice. But it's my entitlement, input, fear, or anticipation along the chain that "spins" labels into gold or coal! Today is a chance to fix, stir or dip into the Quantum Soup, boiling six degrees of separation from connecting to enough, waiting for the Karmic bill or dessert to close the meal in hindsight. But to self-correct by priority I put it on my list, pay my dues by choice and can see it coming to pass full circle.