Art is the One True Magic

As we make our way through life, loneliness, suffering, and bleak reality plague us all. The author took this suffering and looked to the stars. There they found themselves, and there they found the strength to carry on. Realising that art was what made life meaningful, they endeavoured to do just that. They write of love, of gratitude, of the beauty of the world we live in. We may all feel lonely at times, but as we are human, we can find purpose still. They implore the reader to recognise that the beauty of life is often in the little things. Days spent with friends. A mighty sunset. The smell of grass in summer.