The Blank Canvas

It is a blessing or a curse being a blank canvas?

There are so many things to create and believe in.

You could create anything. Anything at all. The reflective moon on the dark lake and the wind whistling in the mountain tops. Dancing pixies in the lush forest with dozens of incandescent flowers or dragons that soar higher than the eye can see. Beautiful love stories that make you believe in hope and second chances.

But there are oh so many ways to cause devastation.

You could draw desperation from old wounded souls and cause fire to rain down from the sky. You could draw painful endings with all lights snuffed out at the end. Fill minds with poison, greed and envy until all the joy has been chased away. Break hearts and pull heartstrings just for fun while leaving a wake of chaos behind you.

And the scariest thing is that you might not know you are doing it. You might not know you are creating a masterpiece or a work of despair until it’s over. And by then, it’s too late to turn back. You’re not a blank canvas anymore.