A form of art
Drawing, sketching and creating art grows through time. It takes a lot of dedication to develop and harness such a skill. It starts with simple sketches, and steadily becomes more detailed and refined. Many years it takes before an artist's art is being noticed and enjoyed by many.
The same thing can be said about writing. It first starts with correct grammar and spelling, before moving on to sentence forming and the ways of storytelling. And after years of practice and multiple stories later; months it takes before a novel is written. And the novel is never finished, because the writer will endlessly try to improve it, correcting mistakes and adding sentences.
Years back I had a choice to develop such skills. Sure, I dabbled a bit in sketching and I wrote a couple of short stories. Alas, I did not keep up. I cannot weave an imaginary world into a novel, let alone draw it for people to enjoy. So I've become a consumer, enjoying stories and art from talented artists around here.
Finally I opted for another sort of art; one that took years to harness, for I have put a lot of dedication in it to flourish. Workout after workout, exercise after exercise, set after set, rep after rep, have I pushed myself to the limits. Everytime I feel the rush and strain of pushing, putting total focus in that single rep, and again and again... Steadily I've grown, steadily I've become ripped. But just like any artist, I am never satisfied with the result.
The canvas, which is my body, will always need improvements. The brushes and pencils, which are the machines and weights, become more complex in its use. The coming up with a plot, which is setting up a workout and diet plan, grows more elaborate every time. The artist's and writer's block, which is me dragging myself to the gym and always eating healthy, always takes a toll. But in the end, it's worth it.
Every bit in my life is influenced by it, it's noticeable. All the effort I put to work towards the perfect art piece.
Yes, I consider my body an art piece.
Is it finished yet?
No.
Am I satisfied yet?
No.
I guess it will be a WIP for the rest of my life.
Next week I'll be starting my competition preparation. In a couple of months I'll be on stage for the very first time.
Wish me luck.
~Kind regards from a beginner Men's Athletic Physique bodybuilder.
(The picture is old, but I like how this one came out.)
The same thing can be said about writing. It first starts with correct grammar and spelling, before moving on to sentence forming and the ways of storytelling. And after years of practice and multiple stories later; months it takes before a novel is written. And the novel is never finished, because the writer will endlessly try to improve it, correcting mistakes and adding sentences.
Years back I had a choice to develop such skills. Sure, I dabbled a bit in sketching and I wrote a couple of short stories. Alas, I did not keep up. I cannot weave an imaginary world into a novel, let alone draw it for people to enjoy. So I've become a consumer, enjoying stories and art from talented artists around here.
Finally I opted for another sort of art; one that took years to harness, for I have put a lot of dedication in it to flourish. Workout after workout, exercise after exercise, set after set, rep after rep, have I pushed myself to the limits. Everytime I feel the rush and strain of pushing, putting total focus in that single rep, and again and again... Steadily I've grown, steadily I've become ripped. But just like any artist, I am never satisfied with the result.
The canvas, which is my body, will always need improvements. The brushes and pencils, which are the machines and weights, become more complex in its use. The coming up with a plot, which is setting up a workout and diet plan, grows more elaborate every time. The artist's and writer's block, which is me dragging myself to the gym and always eating healthy, always takes a toll. But in the end, it's worth it.
Every bit in my life is influenced by it, it's noticeable. All the effort I put to work towards the perfect art piece.
Yes, I consider my body an art piece.
Is it finished yet?
No.
Am I satisfied yet?
No.
I guess it will be a WIP for the rest of my life.
Next week I'll be starting my competition preparation. In a couple of months I'll be on stage for the very first time.
Wish me luck.
~Kind regards from a beginner Men's Athletic Physique bodybuilder.
(The picture is old, but I like how this one came out.)
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