If My Life Were a Painting, This Is What It Would Look Like.

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The world is a multicoloured abode in which we exist. It has the full spectrum of colours- both vibrant and dull. How we portray ourselves to human kind, whether we know them intimately or not, is like a painting. We are the artists of our own lives, but each brush stroke that caresses the canvas is affected- for good or for bad- by the people around us. People are our inspiration for painting the way we do, however few care enough to examine the effect they have on other’s. To look closely at every little detail that is visible in the painting. Each individual must decide whether you are going to let the dark, ominous hues dominate the painting or whether you are going to bring into focus the brilliant, vivid colours of the fullness and beauty of life itself. A truly blessed existence. When I fantasize about a painting that would depict my entire life in one, completely honest image, I visualize a sunrise over an ocean. A sunrise is thoroughly stunning to gaze at, but if one gets too absorbed , that person will begin to see that the ocean is actually consists of millions of shed tears and that every single ripple has both a reflection of blinding light but also a shadow of darkness. I am a person who is extremely in touch with my emotions and I hold no fear in shedding tears. It’s not about the tears themselves, it’s about the reason for them slipping out your eyes. Personally, I let fall just as many joyful tears as I do the tears that are impregnated with sorrow. These tears are represented in my ‘life painting’ not only by the actual droplets, but by the ugly slashes of black that tear the fabric at regular intervals . They express my confusion and pain at the many situations of a seemingly ‘perfect’ life. Each gash of grief has a different cause. Some of them come about when I think of how my family is incessantly unhappy and constantly in

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