magnum opus

One of the – many – problems with life is that it’s like a massive piece of art which we’re creating on the ground but which we can only see in its entirety from way up in the air. The older we get, the more we grow, the more distance we put between ourselves and what we’ve spent our lifetimes creating, the more of  it we can see but the less of it we can reach to alter. It’s like we’re in a hot air balloon, up, up and away on a strictly one way ride to infinity, only just realising with sick dismay we’ve spent our whole lives working on a Mona Lisa with her nose on top of her head and her ears on upside down – and we’ve floated too far away now to touch it with our paintbrushes. Bugger.

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