Life is like an artpiece.
From the day we came into this world,
we were like a blank piece of paper.

As we grow older,
as the days passed,
we started painting on this paper our own.
We decide if it's only black and white,
or is it filled with colours.
We decide if the pictures are well organised,
or is it just a piece of messy drawing.
Once a stroke is done,
it cannot be erased.

Sometimes,
we tend to mess up our own artpiece accidentally.
And then someone came and help us amend the drawing,
turning this ugly stroke into a magnificent picture.
After that, this person leaves,
and we're on our own to complete the drawing.

Till the day we die,
we never stop drawing.
Every second, every minute, every hour, everyday.
Only until the day we die,
would be the moment when our artpiece is done.

Till then,
many people may come by and judge.
It may be good, it may be bad.
But so long as we believe in ourselves and continue drawing,
one day,
this artpiece will be appreciated.

Up till now so far,
how is your piece of drawing?