Like a blank canvas, our future unwritten, awaiting the start of what will one day be a work of art. The choices we make cannot be erased, only built upon as each decision leaves a permanent mark along the path. The paintbrush we desperately try to control, altering our destiny.  No direction, no knowledge of the outcome, but hoping that we create something flawless. Each an artist, envisioning our own unique masterpiece. Our creation inevitably on display for the world becomes susceptible to judgment and criticism. We strive for perfection only to realize that the imperfections create the most beautiful paintings. Staring at the world around, comparing our own canvas to another’s, forgetting that we all have a different pallet within our reach. Each riveting colour resembling every concealed emotion. Each jagged and straight line indicating the chosen paths we’ve taken. Every faint stoke, every definite movement all slowly bringing the imperfectly blurred vision from within us of our goals and dreams into the tangible reality of our passion.

A masterpiece – like no other.


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