Looking at my arts and crafts and I thought to myself. The beauty is in the hand of the beholder. Why that crossed my mind at the moment of looking at what appeared to be a pile made me chuckle. What an amazing life I have lived. I dont regret anything because it made me who I am. I don’t have flaws, I have imprefections that makes me beautiful. I didnt make mistakes, my mind is simply wired to receive in times of endurance. Sure others can contribute good or bad yet not without your permission. I am me and I woke up realizing I am the only one who can modify, subtract, or add to this life of mine. I just woke up different and participation in my life will be by invitation only.