If life was a blank canvas, I’d write about this moment and how much is tied to it, how much I hope things work out this time, and how, even if it doesn’t, I’d wake up the next day, get back up and keep moving. I’d write about giving up and how I no longer know how to do that.
If life was a blank canvas, I’d write my own story. I’d write about who I thought I was, who I am right now and who I want to be. I’d write about how many times I’ve had to tweak my dreams and how many times I’ve had to get back up.
If life was a blank canvas, I’d write my own story on it.
What would you write on yours?
