Instability of Life

It’s that feeling when you wake up in the morning. It’s either you feel completely rejuvenated or you feel like you’ve just waken up in a dumpster. Either way, you get up and make the most of it.

But really, how much is ‘the most of it’ anyway?

Imagine the world to be this white canvas:

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Somewhere in it, I placed a dot. A black dot. A black dot that represents where I stand.

Black should be the most conspicuous on a white canvas.

But can you see it?

Heck I bet you can’t even find the white canvas in the first place.

Tonight, I go to bed wanting to make a difference.

Tomorrow, I’ll probably wake up thinking “Screw it. Who cares about changing the world? I’ll only look out for myself.”

And I join the other 6  billion people in condemnation.

  1. and i was looking for the so called white canvas. haha crappy

    Me: it IS there!

  2. Ohhhh NOW I GET IT. The canvas is somewhere in that white space??

    Btw, wat happen to ur previous layout? The one with swirlings and note-bookish. I like that one better :(

    Me: The white canvas IS the white space. I like that one too but I had to re-import my blog and the theme was lost and i can’t find it anywhere.

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