I came across this piece today
while on my way to take an exam.

I usually go for artwork with
positive dispositions but
this one fascinated me.

Maybe it was my frustration with the
rainy weather we've been having,
my uncooperative umbrella yanking on my hair,
or my ego battling with my true self in the
never-ending quest for inner peace in this life
that connected our internal hysterical natures.

The artwork, with its mixture of happiness
and a hint of desolation made me stop to think,
Where did we go wrong?

What do you think?

I believe anything perceived as opposite of peace
is merely an illusion because nothing can penetrate
our true selves because we are all truly
invincible and timeless.