Coloring Books get a Bad Rap

Someday you'll recognize that it isn't settling; it's feeling no need to intensify for the world to see, it's being done with needing some special person to color in between your lines. someday you'll realize that the marker with the color is in your hand, you'll remove all the other hands piling on top of your own, struggling with you over which direction to color, and you'll make your own marks. And you'll realize you didn't draw the lines which are pre-set on the page, they were there, and you don't need to follow them... but they'll be there. You can make a dark enough mark and add on to them, change the way they form you, the way they become the structure of your presentation, but they will always be your basis. These lines are not a part of the page. Yet, to remove them, you'd have to damage the page. So you draw, you add your color, and eventually, everybody else just steps back and looks at the beauty of it. And everybody views it differently than you do. And no one can force your picture to be ugly. Use your creativity. You're holding the marker. It's your life. And you're already different, but not because of the lines or the page itself. You're different because of the force connecting the hand to the marker. Think about it. I can't explain it to you. Because, it's My life. And all of that? Is in My head.