A life is like a canvas. A blank canvas is a newborn child. One you begin to paint, your life begins to start. Experiences form. When you look back at your past, you can say ‘i had a good childhood.’ when you were a child you dream to be older and have luxury like a car, holidays and a career. When you grow up, it is not that easy. I never thought I my life would be the way is it. Sometimes, I don’t know where to start. It is a dark place as the moment and I pray and hope that it will become bright again. Writing helps, and so does painting. nothing seems to be happening. It is good to have a diary. Looking back this year has been a tough one. finally blogging, i enjoy this more than social networks. strange world we live in. typing, writing, sketching. life will get better, don’t know when. i hope next year gets better.