She enjoyed the joy granted by the world, expected how others should treat her well, how she should be loved by everyone, how she do well in everything and upon reaching the top, the air seamed thin, it made it so difficult to breath and slowly she noticed how chains have surrounded her. She realized how she wasn't free, free as she thought she should be once she would be up there. However, all she felt was fear and there came falling, her tears. She filled her canvas with too much color, too much lines, no one seemed to understand, then there came a helping hand. With his own blood the canvas again turned white and she started to let go of the paint brush and everything was so light. Something she never have thought to experience, in the end the best way to be free is to let Jesus win the fight.