"Each morning we wake up,

"Each morning we wake up, there's a like a blank canvas before us. We choose how to illustrate our daily lives. We choose the way the painting of our day is going to unfold. Even, despite all that may be wrong with the picture, we need to keep at it. The brush we are painting with moves like the hands of time, never stopping, no going back, and no matter how hard we try, the lines we made the mome

nt before, can never be erased. So much of the time, we spend too much time trying to fix what is wrong with our painting, instead of just moving on, and letting it become part of the big picture. What we don’t seem to understand is that flaws in the painting make us who we become in the next canvas…"