|Write Your Life Story|
I sit here overcome by emotions for the state of our world; in front of me, a blank page waits for me to make something of it.
It’s the same with our lives.
We start out in life as a blank page, being molded, and shaped by the world and people around us, influencing who we become through their actions and words.
Still, underneath it all, we remain the plain piece of paper we started out as.
Stripping away all of these influences to find ourselves again can be a painful time. The eraser scratches away bits of our fiber. Some of the markings are easier to remove than others. Some of the pencil scratches have left marks that can never be removed.
We each become pieces of art, displaying our past for everyone to see. We can choose to show our imperfections or try to hide.
What is more interesting? More truthful?