Can You Define Art?

Please give me a moment of your time. i feel like a man out of time. i mean i feel like I’m running out of time. to be clear it feels like I’m about to be out of time. I’m almost 28 and i haven’t accomplished something great enough. i haven’t made a lasting impact on the world. i won’t be remembered when i died. i mean some will remember that I’ve died, but i won’t be remembered. you won’t think of me in the same train of thought as some of the most influential people you keep in your train. i mean you keep in your brain your mind.

It bothers me every day that i haven’t done something to warrant being remembered. what i mean is no one is perfect at living life and no one can or will ever become perfect at living life. but i think I’ve learned how to come close to understanding life much better than before. before i gained inner peace. before i gained meaning while in bliss. i won’t remember writing this.

i can only say i feel right in this place in life, i feel right in this corner of the maze of life.
I’ve seen things dreams couldn’t perceive. i think i have a reason i was thrown back here for. see the thing is i was always a bad kid, well i like to say i was a bored kid. life wasn’t ever as exciting as it should have been so i spent time developing my imagination. I’ve turned it into an art form.

I’ve had to compensate for a degrading body, my years in service of wars broke down any chance at not ever needing a cane in my elderly days.

what I’m trying to say is, what I’m trying to say is life seems to be slipping away from my fingers and its on the edge of taking that fall into an endless abyss. the Art of peace is nice to teach but life is mean and glad to teach, for every reached goal it teaches, for every missed goal it glitches.

HElP ME, Help me to be remember for something, Helping Me to Define Art.