Origami

Like a paper with two sides So is our lives in the hands of destiny Plain and bare with no srumples. Nice and clear with no scribbles Our colours stand out, waiting to be folded into the right shape. With every day,every turn,every breath every dicision our lives are folded into one direction or the other every way we go, every path we choose. The paper is folded in a certain way. Revealing a certain dimension of us. Folding into the the next figure after the other. Every mistake leaves a crease, an unerasable or unremoveable line stuck on our paper which was so fine. This crease may lead to an error in the end not bringing out the perfect shape, that figure no one knows you are creating. That masterpiece of art. That its beauty or its uglyness can only be observed when its all done that figure of hope of motivation, that the next generation of lives will try to copy, that origamy figure, with its lines,some perfect some wrongly placed but all with a story to tell. That figure you created with your whole life to show. All we are, are nothing but a designer with a piece of paper in hand trying to create something out of it. The question now is what are u creating??