a small thought on life

Humans are nothing but a culmination of every person we have crossed paths with. We were born as a single shade, untangled and untouched, but with every soul we encountered, they brushed against us, leaving strokes of color and threads tangled. Our souls are painted with these strokes, each one a story left by those we’ve met. Every stranger we cross paths with have their own story, their own greif. Humans are all paintings and looking closely we can see the brush strokes that have created us the way we are. The rude, the harsh, the kind, the sweet, all of us were the same and we all still are. We still all are same, going through everything the same way, everything with the same anxiety, the same fear, the same joy and same tears. We all are painted on a single canvas, just with different strokes. Disfigured embodiments cascading through life hiding to be normal, all made with different strokes, all vulnerable, all beautiful. 




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