Life is like a blackboardLife, as we know, is much like a blackboard. The present moments that we live are like white words and sometimes even colorful, breathing alive on that black canvas. The past remains half-hidden in the recesses of our mind much like the blurred words, sentences and diagrams that we erase using a duster. But like memories, whether good or bad, it remains alive, even if not so clearly visible. The powdered residue of chalk that accumulates at the curved base of blackboard, either by writing or by dusting off the blackboard, are like regrets and failures that lie there dormant yet adamant, occasionally making us sad and demoralised. The past may be gone and its remains may still be visible on the blackboard of our life but we are the ones writing our present to create a better future. Often by making our present better, figuratively by writing with a chalk on the blackboard, a day will come when there would be so many good memories that the existence of bad memories won't trouble us.
Life, as a blackboard, gives us innumerable chances to write our own story. Only we have a limited stock of chalk. So we must try our best to make the best use of it and keep striving to make our blackboard of a life look incomplete until it loses its color and it is painted again to begin everything anew.
This is my TOW entry.