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Sometimes,
the universe has different plans.
Even with all the planning,
the hopes,
the endeavors..
The painted picture
you thought looked so whole, melts,
and the flaws arise.
Panicked,
you lash away at the canvas.
Angry,
scared,
lonely..
Suddenly,
the painted picture
you thought looked so distorted
comes together.
The dimensions are lopsided,
the hues of color are mismatched,
and the story that unfolds isn't what was initially sought after.
But it's yours.
Your creation, your soul
brought onto canvas,
reflecting who you are.
This journey is but that.
A long road,
with no determined end point.
A solo ride,
enduring the lessons and variety of emotion
in order to nurture
the thriving being
that is our soul.
Do not be afraid.
Grit your teeth,
shed your tears,
but look up to the morning sunlight.
The future is ahead,
and it is nothing more than the
brush and canvas
of your own hand.
the universe has different plans.
Even with all the planning,
the hopes,
the endeavors..
The painted picture
you thought looked so whole, melts,
and the flaws arise.
Panicked,
you lash away at the canvas.
Angry,
scared,
lonely..
Suddenly,
the painted picture
you thought looked so distorted
comes together.
The dimensions are lopsided,
the hues of color are mismatched,
and the story that unfolds isn't what was initially sought after.
But it's yours.
Your creation, your soul
brought onto canvas,
reflecting who you are.
This journey is but that.
A long road,
with no determined end point.
A solo ride,
enduring the lessons and variety of emotion
in order to nurture
the thriving being
that is our soul.
Do not be afraid.
Grit your teeth,
shed your tears,
but look up to the morning sunlight.
The future is ahead,
and it is nothing more than the
brush and canvas
of your own hand.
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