There was once a painter who stared at a blank canvas every day. He tried to find the right colors, but nothing ever felt right. One day, he stopped looking around and began looking within. He painted with memories, with feelings, with dreams. Slowly, the canvas filled, not with perfect shapes, but with pieces of himself. That’s when he understood, the canvas was never really empty. The colors were always inside.

 

Life gives us the colours. It’s up to us to create our own art