ABSINRAW

If people are blank canvas, their life journey is their artistic masterpiece under work. The relations they cater to, are the strokes of different, but unique vibrant colors which brings depth and perspective to the masterpiece. These strokes sometimes cross path, overlap each other, turning into an entirely different color altogether. Sometimes they barely brush by, or end up at the opposite ends of the canvas. The importance of these strokes however cannot be compared.

Remember, people are the canvas, not the artist themselves. They are bound to find themselves lost in this chaotic collision of colors. Trying to pick up and identify which color belonged to whom, what was this colour again, how did this color even originate. The canvas would never be able to view and apprehend the beauty it holds inside, but only feel the torment and anguish of the jumbled up mess it thinks it represents, feeling animosity against the artist. Who is it though, the one who made the strokes? God? Fate? Karma?

The only people who can visualize and appreciate the masterpiece you hold inside, are either the other canvas, or the artist themselves.

Be the artist yourself.