Paint

My mother had recently bought a pack of paints for my brother. The four year old took out the paints with his inexperienced, tiny fingers. A splotch of blue was followed by a dash of green which was highlighted by strokes of red on the paper. I looked at him with observant eyes and tried to make sense out of what he had done. He beamed at his piece of artwork and when I asked him what it looked like to him, he animatedly started pointing out the various colours and their various shapes.
After he left, I took the sheet of paper and tried to make out shapes from the painting. I formed a totally different image for myself.

That's how life is. You are your own drawing, your actions your paints, your faults your blotches and your memories the easel on which you painted the story of your life. Different people have different perceptions towards your life, but don't let that stop your life from being beautiful. :)