the suddenly come enlightenment of painting

So just one hour of coating another layer of acrylic onto the smart board leftover from construction, I turned of my Kindle which was in the middle of "Eat, Pray, Love" to wake my laptop up for another working session and suddenly read this to myself "I literally like to paint things. Anything, everything, just paint 'em", taking a short gaze at the board.

Very quick my memory ran through:
I painted something on the took box of another elder student in my fine-art class. I was just a junior who finished the University Entrance Exam and came back to the class to upgrade myself with new skills such as water colour. He was a already a student of the University of Fine Arts practicing with oil. We're totally strangers and that mean I shouldn't have had touched any of his stuffs. But for a moment, I looked at his toolbox of oil painting and paint on it using one of his brush and oil. This later became a story during conversations of the class master and her son who witnessed my artistic crime.
I often feel the need to paint something, especially whenever my mind is wandering on the cloud. The older I get, the more realistic of the 'things' I want to paint become. I used to think I would invest on better Wacom tablet and larger screen to follow digital painting but that idea turned out not strong enough to come true while the idea of picking up cheap acrylic and ready-to-paint canvas in the Discount Convenient Store on Anzac Parade won over and soothed my desire for the first time.
In the sentence "I want to paint something", the "to paint" is stronger than "something". It's more like a starving person want 'to eat' first and think about what to eat slightly later. For many times I finished coating and just look blankly at the canvas or paper, still having no certain idea of what to put on it but full of inspiration to coating more and more layers on it. I love to enjoy the new surface of the canvas, then look closely to study the textures that I have just created. I believe if my mom allowed I'd paint all wooden chairs in the house in yellow or white in an artistic way with acrylic.

Wait, from the moment I admitted to myself that I want to paint everything in new coating not to create any kind masterpiece applied with anything I learned about composition, space, line, shape, etc. , I know I love to paint. I think this enlightenment came from the awakened mind after reading a book with the addition of a weekend morning quietness probably. This is a good therapy. This is such a good enlightenment!