The miller’s daughter


She was gifted brushes and acrylic for her birthday along with a canvas to bring her creations to life. She carefully put them under her bed and waited for a rainy day. 

But the girl down the road, that miller’s daughter – she’d keep some soot from the evening fire, collect gum from the tree and clay from the Earth as she ran errands. She’d stay awake with her candle lit lamp and grind the colours well into the night. Her fingers moved with her thoughts. Her colours, vivid and inconsistent. Her strokes practised yet true. Her art – the epitome of passion.

Some are born into opportunity and wealth, but most of us must create it for ourselves.

Whatever it is that you wish for in life, do not be afraid to chase it.




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