The Artist...

I met an artist who was creating the most beautiful work of art. He painted it all day long. Even in his sleep he dreamed of his creation. He was happy, satisfied, confident, and secure. Then one day the painter accidentally messed everything up. It was his own fault and there was no one left to blame but himself. His masterpiece was ruined. The artist hit his knees and stared at the destroyed canvas. Replaying every moment that he ever spent creating it. He didn't want to start over. He didn't want to try and fix it. He just stared right through the painting onto his memories. Not crying. Not thinking. Just staring.