Waking up early in the morning, sitting on the bed feeling the breezy air touching the skin,
Opening up the eyes, splashing water on my face, having blurry eyesight and an empty mind.
Looking at the white canvas of life, and a wide range of colors,
Splashing them randomly on the canvas with a desire to make some sense of it all,
Choosing amongst the paintbrushes, some to get those thick strokes, some for fine art, and some for the peculiar details.
Giving our own personal touch to our blank canvas,
Hoping that the strokes come through to make it worthy, make it different,
Leaving us startled that the canvas of life which was once blank is now full of colors, full of meaning.