In life we make a habit of daydreaming about our futures. Dreams of future success and happiness seem to consume us daily. Lately however, it’s the thoughts of the present that are consuming me. As we navigate through life, we are influenced so much by what we see, what we hear, what we experience and we grow from it. These experiences very much become the hands that mould us. In the early years of my life I faced the question many of us have come to face, “Who am I?”. Eventually I found the answer to that question. I now had the knowledge of who I was, but that knowledge was not and is still yet be expressed. I envy people who have begun to express themselves, wearing their souls on their sleeve, while I remain locked inside. Aristotle once stated, “The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance”. Imagine you have mentally conceived a masterpiece more beautiful and stunning than the Mona Lisa. The world’s newest and possibly greatest artistic treasure resides in your mind, but you just can not get it replicated on canvas. The thought of your art never joining the world’s beauty would be maddening and depressing. The greatest work of art each of us will ever create is ourselves and I for one, valuing my sanity and happiness, no longer just want to be an imagine in my mind. It’s time for me to be painted on canvas. It is time for me to become art.