The original painting
When we were kids at school, we would indulge in painting with watercolours. The more colourful our drawing would be, the better, and the happier it made us.
As kids, we would have the same palette of colours, but each one would produce a unique creation.
As grown-ups, we try to copy each other down to every minute detail. Jealousy has become a spiteful characteristic of adults, fighting over who will show they were first in doing something, regardless if they know the truth.
The original is always better than the copy, though, and it is evident which is which.
“You have your brush, you have your colours, you paint the paradise, then in you go” – Nikos Kazantzakis
Also part of Friday Fictioneers
MC's Whispers 
Keeping a childlike nature isn’t easy but it is important. There is only superficial, empty satisfaction in being a mimic 😦
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That is exactly right.
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Mm, there seems to be an interesting metaphor in here for how much we lose by forgetting how to be creative. I feel like this is about more than just art. I like it.
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That’s exactly right. Thank you very much!
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Very true. Individuality somehow gets smoothed out as you get older.
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In childhood individuality comes naturally , an asset we sadly lose later in life.
Here’s mine!
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Those are some true words.
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Thanks!
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Indeed, ’tis the children who are the true artists. Wonderfully put.
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Thank you. Glad you agree!
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