This journey that we have come to call "life" begins as a blank canvas, as the moments pass a collage of memories are created, laid out over the landscape of our minds.
Memories vividly coloured, some are very bright while others are almost hidden within dark shadows. All tinted in a multitude of hues and tones by family and friends, good times and bad, happiness as well as sadness, love and lost love.
Some are very intriguingly detailed, with painstaking fine brush strokes, while some are abstract and distorted broad bold brush strokes done with abandon and there are others that are hasty splatters seemingly unfinished and disconnected and yet, all in all, it is a most beautiful work of art.
It is your canvas and the world is your palette, go create your Masterpiece!
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