The Canvas of Life

[b]Warning:[/i] I AM BOUT TO GET EXTREEMLY SAPPY HERE.

You have been warned...

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Alright, so I had a dream (that I just woke up from) and I figured I'd write this (and risk missing the bus) before I forgot. At this point it's becoming very very hazy already, but I'll give it a shot.

I had a dream. I don't remember where I was or what I was doing, but (surprise surprise!) I was upset about something. Though I wasn't really like sad or angry or anything, I was just aggravated. I was wondering what the hell I've been doing with my life. (In my dream, I was older and living my dreams but there was something missing) I was in a state in which everything around me was dark and foggy. Then someone came up to me through the mist, someone that I couldn't really see clearly. I just know this person was wonderful and made me feel totally at peace. They were glowing slightly, which made it hard to see their face. But when the person smiled, they glowed brighter, and I glowed as well. And as the fog dissipated, the person said,

"Life is like a canvas, a beautiful painting. Everyone's is different. Different subject, different colors, different brushstrokes. Sometimes we mess up, but over time that can be painted over or even become a beautiful part of your masterpiece. It will almost never turn out as you plan it, and some people don't even plan. Some never finish it, always having been able to make it so beautiful, but they quit because it was difficult to paint. Many people try to emulate the style and structure of another painting, but it all comes out as your own in the end. It takes years and years to perfect, but sometimes people finish early, and sometimes people have easy spots where they only have to make a few subtle changes, or a break where it's so perfect they just brainstorm how to make it better.

"Your canvas is bright, though the edges are very dark and under it is a scene of torture. Everyone's canvas is different, Child, but few come out as planned. Though you wanted to give up, though you were sure you had run out of paint, though you messed it up quite a few times and quite severely, yours is one of those few. Now yours is finished, and all you have to do is make a few adjustments. Don't worry, though. As you grow older the canvas will get bigger, demanding to be painted. As you grow older, no matter how many times you think you've finished, there will always be a new corner to be painted into. There will always be a choice to make, whether it be 'red or blue?' or 'should I make the edges sharp or rounded?' You've done a fine job with your painting thus far, and I commend you."

I wonder what that means... I tend to have dreams of the future in which I'm living my dreams, and in many of those dreams I have two or three kids, Latin or English being their first language and the other the second, and their names are usually Damien and Maria and something else if there's a third. (which there usually is because there's twins) And in my dreams people talk to me and tell me what's going to happen in a cryptic prophetic way. And every time I'm living my dream, happy as hell.

Heh, that was supposed to be a lot shorter... oh well. Off to school for state exams I go! *does superman pose and flies out with magical bunny of doom*