Life begins as a blank canvas,
until we start sketching our
moments of youth.
That is perhaps why we see all our memories
in black and white.
Life continues; it's richest,
most bittersweet and cringeworthy events
at a streak.
Adolescence, painted in colors of passion
and bright ardor.
Life, gradually summing up to its
final version of the painting.
We paint the new people we bring.
And sometimes, we run out of colors
to draw the people we lose.
Life, no more than a
color-coded series of events.
We're given everything to draw it to our preference.
And when in an artist's block,
you just have to look at the big picture.