The canvas is painted a beautiful golden buttery shade and its tainted with brush strokes. It is gorgeous. Notes are scattered along the way. It seems too beautiful to fathom but is that all there is? There is more to life that these notes. Underneath this façade is real life and its real struggles. We are so blinded by our own goals that we fail to see what we trod and tear along the way. Have we become so self-centered?
