The Untold Stories.

Masterpiece.

One thing that I've learnt about life is that it is unpredictable.

Short and transient.

Like everything, everyone, it doesn't last forever.
Nor does it have to, because some portraits are better left incomplete.

It just depends on which colours we use to incomplete ours with.

We love, we hate, we learn, we grow, and that's exactly how the cycle goes, then why so many complications?

At the age of five, running after the new toys or candies which they advertise on television.

At 14 or 15, a glance from that one guy, and your life is blessed.

At 17, releasing hormones and just a single inhale of malboro which soon becomes a lifetime companion.

At 23, you're busy in earning profit and till 40, you're fucking tired of all the responsibilities.

By the time of reaching 60, your children are coming home late at night and there's nothing you can do but lecture them about your own teen years.

All this while, we do nothing but run.

We run after things which are not going to hold any significance after a time period.

And guess what we forget to do?

Breath.

We forget to breath.

We forget to live each moment and absorb each of its ounce.
We forget to feel the hope thumping against our ribs, and at end of the day, we are the same ones who complain about our stained portraits.

Now tell me, shouldn't we add our favourite colours to the portrait of life to convert it into a masterpiece? A beautiful, incomplete masterpiece. :)