That there is new beginnings. It made me think. Everyone is born with a white canvas, no stains on it just
yet, no heartbreak, memories, moments. No life. Just pure, white, and beautiful in its
own way. Raw.
It reminded me that
there is always a new start, for tomorrow is a new day. There's always second chances. It got me thinking back to the blank canvas.. How it hadn't
seen the world yet. However if you look at that same canvas again in 20 years time it
will be splashed with stains and scars of all kinds. It will be filled with deep reds and high yellows. The pencil marks on it will be so deep through
the paper; scars that are eternally visible.
The canvas is you.
It's full of the people
that have come and gone in your life. It's those who have left a permanent
mark and those just bristled through. The canvas showcases all of the highs and lows, the mellow blues and startling oranges that sum up your life.
Surely that's what it's about right?
Surely, at the end of the
day those with the most vibrant, colourfully marked slates are the ones
who have truly lived. Sure the canvas of your life can be full of hurt, wrenching despair and quiet loneliness. But the beauty of it, the magic is that that very same canvas is also full of
beauty, laughter and all consuming love. Good and bad existing simultaneously side by side. You will never know the value of one without the presence of the other. Looking at that accumulation of moments you can say you have lived. Live such a life that at the end of it all you can take a step back and yours will be a raw art. Filled with life.
Would I want a pretty blank
canvas? Never.
I would take my marked, bruised, hurt beautifully flawed vibrant canvas over that one any day.
Because I know I will have lived a damn good life.
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