Everyday is a Blank Canvas

The rest is history

“You can’t change your past you can only alter the present for the future”

Sunrise:

Some things in life are certain: The world turns on its axis, the leaves turn crisp and brown in the autumn, and each new day is beckoned by sunrise. When I think of those things, I reach a state of serenity much different from the reality of life. My ‘day to day’ at times lacks that same feeling. It is complex, expectant, always wanting more.

I prefer to consider our existence like that of the rotations of the world. Our breathing the force to keep the human race up and running. The air in our lungs giving out something meaningful to some kind of larger entity.

But along with this, I feel compelled to contribute to the world in ways it doesn’t require me to.

- Then I’m reminded that it’s survival is self-made, and we do not have power to alter it. It moves in it’s own way, by it’s own rules, and will continue to do so despite the chaos that fluctuates in our individual lives.

Even when my own life feels like it’s falling apart; my soul catapulting off the face of the earth.

The world is far larger than us, but yet we feel that it’s significance rests in our hands. It doesn’t.