Can I be honest with you?

Can I be honest with you?
I've had no motivation to post lately. I mean I'm sure you figured as much considering today is May 28th and the last time I posted was May 3rd. 
Can I be honest with you?
I told a friend to make sure I posted today, simply because I didn't want to go a month without speaking.
Can I be honest with you?
I really really really love writing. Scratch that. I love art. 
Can I be honest with you?
I love the fact that someone can picture, think, or in my case, articulate what is on their mind. I love how vivid someones emotions can be in a painting. The choice in colors reveal it all, you can sense the joy in the vibrant hues and you can feel their heaviness in the haunting hues. I love how vivid pain is in drawings. You can see the ink swelling around the chest where their heart is supposed to be. I love how revealing music is. I love that you can feel the excitement in the drummer as he pounds on his most prized possession. I love that you can feel the lightness of the keys on the old and loved keyboard I love that you can sense the pain, sincerity, regret and humor in the voices. However, my favorite thing about music is when you are watching the lead singer. You are completely unable to deny their passion. You watch them form each word perfectly, you watch their eyes squint and their teeth clench together. Then you begin to notice your head is nodding and you are smiling cause you, you see their heart, you see that singers love for what he or she is doing.

Can I be honest with you?
Want to know why, of all forms of art, I chose writing? Let me tell you...
I found the power of writing when I was twelve. I had just hit what felt like rock bottom. I would cry all the time, and since I'm being honest, I didn't even know why I was crying. But somewhere along that tear-stained path I was handed a notebook and a pencil with someone telling me to write what was on my mind. BAM. That day I felt utter satisfaction, relief, excitement, horror (because of the odd things my twelve year old mind came up with), but most of all I felt powerful. I had just discovered how to cope. So since then I've stuck to writing. 

Why am I being so oddly honestly about such random things?
Cause I want you to "Get the word out. Teach all these things. And don't let anyone put you down because you're young. Teach believers with your life: by word, by demeanor, by love, by faith, by integrity." (1 Timothy 4:11-12) But also teach by displaying your art. When I say art, I don't just mean all the things I talked about before. I mean teach based on your experiences. Go out and change the world. Give someone something to think about. Teach.

What's your lesson and how are you going to display it?

Song of Inspiration:
Pandora Station: Birdy & Mumford & Sons