Sewing Together the Shades

                    What perhaps is the most frightening of all is how easy it is to get lost,to lose oneself. The world immeasurably full of surprises,is a spinwheel of colours;bright and wonderful. It is like brushes and strokes of colors painted over one another,furiously passionate,so fast I can barely process them. Each stealing attention,bestowed with enchantment. But before I truly grasp its texture,it is gone,and the next color,just as entrancing takes its place. That is life as I know it,endlessly fascinating. Each color standing for a memory,a thought,a feeling. Making its place in me. Connected,but gone. In this whirlwind however,sometimes as you reach out to touch,you spin. Let the tornado of incidents carry you to places you never wanted to be. That,my friend, is our confettied weakness.
                        I like to think like they do in fictional stories. Exaggerated edges to each persona,each word. I like to believe in the magic of co-incidences,and intuition. I like to tell myself I know the solutions to mysteries of life,but have forgotten,and need to rediscover. My story is complete wherever it ends. But would you rather have a story already written:maktub,or a make-your-own-destiny kit?