What’s in our hearts

What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.  — Vincent Van Gogh

Have you ever seen yourself as a nonentity, an eccentric, or, God forbid — an “unpleasant person?”

Here Van Gogh is telling you to never mind all of that, because you have a heart. And whatever you do, you can do it with love and your heart will thank you for it. You don’t need to resent the name-callers, even the silent ones. Do they really know what you’re about? Do they honestly feel what you feel? What you’re feeling right now? Do they understand it?

So, Van Gogh tells us, we can be calm and serene, because even in those moments of sheer despair, the music is still there. It wants to come out, and it will if we let it. Let’s be visionaries like Vincent and see beauty in the most seemingly insignificant things, let’s ferret out the true thoughts, the true harmony behind them that just can’t help shining through. This is genuine. It’s authentic, and we all have it in us.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.  — Henry David Thoreau

But you and I don’t have to. We can write the song, and sing it, too.



Filed under art, individuality, spiritual

6 responses to “What’s in our hearts

  1. Libby Unwin

    I’m know as the “mean old lady” at the Salvation Army. Those who call me that don’t know me or who I am or where I’ve been in my life. One lady (black) told me I was a prejudiced ass bitch!! REALLY?–me, who had TWO black live in boyfriends? One in the early 70’s in New England. She was nasty so I was less than cordial back. It’s all in one’s perspective…I could go on and on with this subject!!

    • Libby, I can’t imagine you as the mean old lady at the Salvation Army or anywhere else. Besides, aren’t these people supposed to be Christians? Sounds like a case for “forgive them Father, for they know not what they do.”

  2. Libby Unwin

    That particular person called herself a Christian—NOT!! We serve anyone in need, however. I deal with many street people and sometimes I have to be the “mean old lady”!! and say no. Part of the job.

  3. Muriel Vasconcellos

    He succeeded in showing what was in his heart! I remember the first time I saw a real Van Gogh painting, it felt as if it was truly alive.

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