From dust I came, and through that dust I learned humility. Darkness has come for me and through their pursuit, I have gained strength. Humiliation brought me wisdom and friendship has taught me joy. I want to gain power though; I want to change the world around me. I want to meet enemies with benevolence and through that benevolence, crush my perceived evils in this world. I want to have the heart to love and the arm to destroy. I want to be like her. She is the one that taught me the dust; brought to me the darkness; exposed me to humility; stood by me through friendship; and even displayed that power I so hungrily yearn for but yet to obtain. I want to have that power to protect her, to support her to learn and live with her.  I want to be the other half of the arch. To lean against her as she leans on me. I want power. That is my wish.

We are born into the world as clean canvases. As we live though life and take part in its numerous experiences, the canvas becomes filled. Joy, sorrow, pain, pleasure, desire, jealousy, pride, excitement, regret, passion, indifference, love, hate and so much more. Each of these things leaves a mark upon our canvases. Gold strokes of joy are covered by purple drips of lust flowing slowly down the canvas alongside red splatters of rage and green curtains of jealousy. They all flow into a mass of black hatred and eventually fade out into a grey expanse of indifference. Is this the personality we are to bear, the identity we are to accept? Not exactly. A person’s being is determined by what the entire image is. A painting never has a definite shape. It is manipulated by the whim of the one who views the picture. As we gaze upon our painting, what life intended to paint through logic as a dying puppy may be seen as a murderous tiger or a loving mother. We become what we see of ourselves. Red need not be a red of rage but may be a red of passion. Green can become a majestic luster and black, fortitude. It is not the condition of our environment that defines us; it is how we decide to accept it. A lowly patch of dirt, a monster of hatred, a stern defender, a loving companion. Make the decision yourself. No more excuses, no more comparison. Just you and your decision.