Dots

From close up the painting just looks like a random collection of dots - like the blurred lights of a city. But take a step back and suddenly everything makes sense, all those random dots form a perfect picture. I never understand drawing with dots but now? Now I think I do - either that or I am being far too philosophical but hey isn't that what life is about? Finding meaning when there is none.

Do you remember those dot by dot books we had when we were younger? The ones you had to link up following the numbers and you could never guess what it was until you were near the end - maybe that's what life is; a dot by dot but without the numbers.

How are we supposed to see the point we are too close to the page. Sometimes, we just need to take a step back and appreciate the beauty. And one day when we are old and grey and we've linked all the dots then maybe... just maybe we will have answered the question that we, the human race, ask all the way through our lives: what's the point?

It's just a short post today but I had a revelation. I thought it only right to share it with you; you know it will have been a year on Thursday since I wrote that first post Butterflies. It feels like a life time though it was just a year and yet I've changed I can remember writing it: where I was sitting, what I was feeling and I don't regret a second of our time together.

Yours looking back,
Kris
PS: Don't you dare stop reading. I love you all!