People often say that they wish they were as pretty as the people in works of art(or something along these lines). Can we just take a minute and think about how these works of art came to be?

They started out with a simple sketch or snapshot or rough draft, a lot of potential, maybe not perfect.

Minor adjustments are made before the actual progress begins.

Along the way, these works of art become something meaningful, something amazing.

Not all of them make it. A lot of them end up in the recycling bin.

Sometimes, the thrown out pieces are restored and finished.

Not everyone thinks they're perfect, but only people with value recognizes them as a piece of art, and respects them if they don't like it.

We're all like pieces or art, and we're all beautiful and deserve respect.

Oh well, that's my little piece of inspiration for the day.