Emptiness.
It's how we all began.
A gift we didn't want and, couldn't wait to get rid of.
We were born an empty canvas screaming, "Paint me!" "Paint me!"
"Make me your passion.
Give me your love, your patience and, your influence."
From birth, our instincts told us to seek out the paint that would transform the emptiness into a uniquely detailed piece of art, a masterpiece.
At first, we gladly accepted paint from everyone regardless of color or texture. We had no concept of bias or judgment, until a few careless stokes painted it on. As we developed, we accepted and reflected, truth, happiness, beauty and, many other wonderful things.
The brush made it's way through many hands and occasionally, found itself in those of dark artist.
Ones who insisted on adding details such as hate, abuse, anger and sadness.
Claiming, no masterpiece could possibly exist without depth and contrast.
As time goes on, and our canvas fills up, we begin to explore and question our design.
We fear, that the pain and sadness it displays will drown out it's goodness, and taint it's beauty.
The approach of it's completion leaves us in fear of failure.
We worry that all the space may fill up before we have the time to fix it's flaws.
We start to realize that, the emptiness we began with held endless possibilities.
We now long for the chance to change and begin anew.
It is at this time that, we must accept that those dark artist were right.
Without sadness, how could we appreciate joy?
Without darkness, we could not recognize light.
Those things we view as negative, only enhance our strength, depth and beauty.
They surround our canvas, magnifying our positive qualities.
Each human being is a unique work of art.
When we accept our flaws along with our strengths, as a part of who we are, we realize both make us beautiful.