Ang buhay ay isang papel.

Life begins as a blank piece of paper.

You write on, draw on, tear, erase, and otherwise alter the paper as your life goes on, but its still the same piece. It has the same potential as anyone else's, the same size. But you make it your own, you host your life, in all its shame and glory, upon that page.

And most people, they don't give a damn.

They're too busy getting pens and ink to look at your piece, let alone to colour their own. And there are those who seek to destroy their paper, or keep it blank and free from danger, but also the charm of a wide life.

But those souls you must look out for are the ones who seek to colour the paper of others, to tinge their lives with rainbow hues, to create a tapestry which spans over so much paper that God himself would have to step back and take a look.

For these are the true artists, who seek to express emotion through action, not word. Through deed, not drawing. Rather than place their expression on a canvas, they take it to the world, and spread it over everyone and everything they see.

This is the mark of the truly creative; he who can create hope where there was only dispair, she who can push those around her to new levels of greatness, and they who can do this for its own sake.

If you ever meet one of these people, do your best to return the favour.