We see artists painting so well on canvass that we are awestruck. We see them make little pieces of art in seconds or minutes but the artist knows how many years of their age they had to nurture their dream of becoming such prolific artists. They must have remained obsessed with this art creation desire for years. Sometimes people call it their luck.
Mark Andrew Spitz, an American competitive swimmer, nine-time Olympic champion, and former world record-holder in 7 events, won seven gold medals at the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich, West Germany, an achievement surpassed only by fellow American Michael Phelps, who won eight golds at the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing. Spitz set new world records in all seven events in which he competed in 1972. After the events, one media person told him that it was a lucky day for him that he won 7 gold medals at Munich. Mark Spitz didn’t like this ‘lucky’ word because he knew what this ‘lucky’ word smacked of. He took the reporter in a corner and told him that what he calls luck is his hard work. After winning only two Gold medals in 1968, Mexico Olympics, against an expectation of 6 gold medals and a public ignominy, during 1968-1972, he had trained himself for 10000 hours, i.e., 8 hours daily without Sundays. Besides this physical fitness exercises, diets, mental fitness exercises were also done by him and the reporter was calling it a lucky day for him.
Actually what is luck; it is when preparation meets with opportunity. So we cannot ignore the preparation part in the luck.
This is a fact that athletes train, prepare and psych themselves for 15 years for winning an event of 15 seconds in Olympics or Competitions and the people call it luck. Come on Guys. There is a term Death in life. Athletes, artists, sannyasins and many other people do this. They practice their discipline so much and dedicate themselves so much to their disciplines that they almost die, only to achieve that feat in their life. When an athlete runs a 100 m race in Olympic, he runs the race at his maximum might leaving nothing short of his might, and he almost dies for winning this race. This is death in life. And all the above people do it and people call it Luck.
Artists pour their hearts in creating their art, be it any art.
Everybody is an artist in this world — a child, a mother, a father, a manager in a job, a professional or a businessman. They are actually a bunch of many arts clubbed together in one vase named as their personality.
How we are living our lives shows our art. How well we speak, mix with people, our manners, our incomes, our future, our dreams, our achievements – everything in our life, for that matter, depicts our arts.
If we keep on evolving our arts then we approach the purpose of our life in this world and that, perhaps, is – live a life of meaning.
Martin Luther King Jr. said,