The abstract of me

I've always believed that a person is his own abstract masterpiece—beauty lies on the eye of the heart. The colors and shapes vary, what you see in yourself and how people perceive you.

What do they hope to find, the good ones or the worst side? Who is willing to dive within and understand the concealed message of a somewhat a mosaic of personalities and identities? Are they willing to accept this bizarre image of your soul or will they just choose to recognize the darkest of your hues? Will you let them in?

I realized how being accustomed to someone and being in tune to them affects how they visualize you as a whole—in a few words, some will either hate or like you for who you are, whether you care to impress everyone or not.

And I chose not to.

Maybe, I was so tired of trying so hard to fit into the world's expectations.

Maybe, I got fed up being not sure of myself—if I'm just pretending or is it the real "me" I am showing?

But then again, we are our own art. We have our unique intensity, pitch and vibrancy. We sing our own melody and we dance on our own tunes. We rhyme in a special pattern of life and we write our own adventures. The blank canvas is yours and it is up to you to make the greatest piece the world will ever lay its eyes on—you and your heart.