We all know that time reflects our bodies in generous as well as not so generous ways. We grow from adorable little bundles of joys to cute little monsters. Then we mature (some better than others...ehh emm) and then we progress in to wrinkled layers of skin. That's the beauty of time. It's like a painter in it's prime. The painter simply doesn't create a masterpiece on his first canvas. His hand gets better with practice, his eye more keen than most. Take a look around you, who do you see? What do you see? There isn't a thing on this planet that doesn't get weathered by time. Even Earth, over time will become nothing more than a glimmer of a picture. But right now, we are all in Earth's prime. Go outside, take a walk and don't just pass by an oak tree and think, "Wow....it's old and really beautiful." It's more than that. It's the paint on the canvas, as are we. We were all painted to give a story, it's up to you to choose your color.
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