When French impressionist painter Auguste Renoir was confined to his home during the last decade of his life, Henri Matisse was nearly 28 years younger than him. The two great artists were dear friends and frequent companions. Matisse visited him daily. Renoir, almost paralyzed by arthritis, continued to paint in spite of his infirmities. One day as Matisse watched the elder painter work in his studio, fighting torturous pain with each brush stroke, he blurted out: “Auguste, why do you continue to paint when you are in such agony?” Renoir said: “The pain passes but the beauty remains.”
I have discovered that the pain in itself is pure and life is kind enough to bring us situations in which we can heal wounds and become more loving. No complains on my end.
This is it for me for now. Go live fearlessly.
Love,
Glad