Life is chaotic. Life is unpredictable. Life comes and goes with a force of its own, and whilst we try to make it play a tune, the fact remains that we are actually the instruments being played in life’s hands.
We try to create patterns and melodies in order to make sense of this uncontrollable spiral, and just as we think that we have everything together in an orchestral masterpiece, life ensures that every note you play comes out as flat, if not an entirely different note altogether. And yet we go on playing, we go on trying to make it one more time, and then another, and although we may never become better at life, we at least start finding different meanings in its melody.
Acrylic on Canvas