Masterpiece

When you are born, your life is like a canvas.

Blank.

As you grow you will fill the blankness with strokes of colours.

Some you're happy with, others are mistakes you make.

And quite often, people will come in and paint on the canvas.

Leaving a permanent mark.

Sometimes, good. Sometimes, bad.

And throughout your years you continue filling the canvas with patterns and endless colours.

Until finally,

there's nothing left to fill.

And it doesn't matter what mistakes you've made.

It doesn't matter the damage done from others who entered your life.

You are always left with a masterpiece.