You wanted to serve people but those who “knew better” told you you were doing it wrong. You were deep and they were shallow. You were creative and they were afraid. You were all alone a whole lot of the time, but you created beauty that, 157 years after you were born, lived and died, makes my heart feel alive. Sometimes I wonder, since time and space are all relative, and God is bigger and within and outside all of it, can I pray for your hurting heart and have it help you? Maybe not, but sometimes I do anyway. It’s strange, but I’ve always felt such compassion for you and you lived before me. Thanks for your beauty.
Happy Birthday Vincent.
Vincent Van Gogh – March 30, 1853 to July 29, 1890