Life is like a piece of canvas

Life is like a piece of white canvas. This piece of canvas will change its colour all the time. The people around are your colour, water colour, crayon, colour pencil. All these lay out in front of us, letting us use it anytime.

Are friends for us to use? Are the people around us for us to use? Aren’t we too selfish? What do we take people as? Let us use and cast aside? Let us throw to a corner? Doesn’t this indicate that we are just using them? It is so difficult just to be friends?

Other than friends, why there are so many things to bother? It is very easy but made complex. Sometimes don’t know what words to use. Once spoken, can’t be change anymore.