Life is an empty canvas. When we are born, our canvas is empty. With room for a lot of colors. Its exciting to fill in the colors. To fill our empty canvases. As we grow up, our canvases have less and less space. And at last no space left at all. That's when our painting end. When our life ends.

There are different colors for different emotions. It varies. Some have very colorful canvases. Some have pretty dull ones. But some....some are just empty. Those are the dullest ones. There is no orange for happiness, no red for anger or passion. Not even black.

Empty canvases are pretty rare to come across. Some may have empty canvases but after a certain time, they are filled with colors by others. Our most beloved.

I have always wanted to come across a person carrying an empty canvas. To fill that canvas for them but i never came across them. If I had turned my canvas towards a mirror. Maybe I would no longer need to search for empty canvases anywhere else