Vincent van Gogh, b. 1853, d. 1890.
Van Gogh struggled to find his purpose in life, and found it in art. His landscapes, still-lifes, portraits, and self-portriats tell a story of his life; he put his dreams on canvas, “I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.” The techniques and colors changed as he moved from place to place, and as his outlook on life changed. He lived an impoverished life, struggled with deteriorating mental and physical health, and desired the acceptance like everyone else, but was given very little. He pursued with love, courage, and conviction his passion of painting the world as he saw it, but only after his suicide did the world appreciate his talent. Vincent was a misunderstood, rejected, heartbroken, beautiful genius.
“I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.”
My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you…I have been astonished that Men could die Matyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you.
Such a frighteningly noble thing people make it out to sound, but in truth, life is simple. Live your life whole-heartedly, trust your gut and your conscience. Trust that things will be okay, and they will be. You are never alone, and you are never the only one. Believe in yourself. Believe that there is a way. Believe you can make a difference. Believe in love. Believe so to make no room for fear or worry. Find what you love and live it; live to love, and life will be worthwhile.