First Entry

I have always wanted to take this picture, something to be brought to for the future. However, I'm years too late. or else Otherwise, we would have one perfect picture.

Late, I'm always late. In everything.

But that's my life I guess. Our time on earth is but a fleeting moment. Like a candle we burn, are lighted, we shine for a moment that seems to us much we thought to be much more longer than a moment, and then we flicker out like so many men before us. How insignificant we are in all of of us,the creation. We are created, then we are erased, and we think we the only ones who that matters.

Maybe sometimes we've just simply  [or just, but NOT just simply] forgotten about the Artist who drew us into existence. Maybe we are just a drop of paint on a giant canvas, mixed with other drops of paints, enmeshed with others to form some sort of a pattern.

Maybe we are not so as isolated as we think we are, nor so important as we are sure we are, but I'm sure we are a part of something, something bigger than our mere selves, a part in a painting masterpiece of a Genius.

There are a lot of "maybes" in this random scribbling of mine, but life is also full of "maybes" (or maybe not - what do i know?)

You wouldn't normally capitalize Artist or Genius, but you are referring to God, so in this case it is probably better.