Many years ago I read a great book called "The Brothers Karamazov". I recall very little of it today. But I did learn something about the author.
He lived in a desperate time. He himself was desperately poor, plagued by epilepsy and mental problems. And the world he lived in was filled with starvation, syphilis, filth, waste, and pogroms.
Something stronger held him together and he wrote about it as only he could, with humour, beauty, and psychological insight. Later in life he wrote:
Love all of God’s creation, the whole of it and every grain of sand. Love every leaf, every ray of God’s light! Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. And once you have perceived it, you will begin to comprehend it ceaselessly, more and more every day. And you will at last come to love the whole world with an abiding universal love. -Fyodor Dostoevski
When the basis of our lives is love, when, as Bob Marley sings, our "religion is love" the things, the stories that are uniquely ours, and that only we can uniquely communicate, become gems of goodness that keep our world upright and work towards a completed creation. Share, publish, paint those stories.