They say eyes are the window to the soul, but when you look into an array of blues and greens how exactly will you see a story unfold for you? Staring blankly at a dark pupil in the center of a beautiful canvas of colours will not show you adversity, nor will it show you the emotion of great happiness. It will however, show you beauty. The beauty that eyes are far from transparent and therefore offer a sense of security that no one can peer straight into your soul. They are their own actors upon a stage, and are in charge of their own play. The play being your life, of course. Eyes cannot be read, nor can palms, for eyes and face must work together in order to look sad. A face however, may tell a story all on it’s own. Laugh wrinkles tell a story of a life lived with happiness and joy and frown lines will unfold a story of worry. When you’re still young, and have a face untouched by lifes experiences, it is wonderful to have a face that will not spill your secrets. Afterall, if your eyes are a beautiful canvas of colour, nobody will look past them to discover the uncomfortable story beneath. This is why blogs fascinate me, they offer you the slightest insight into one’s mind. Yet it is not clear, nor coherent but a jumble off pieces, almost like a puzzle. You may never collect all the pieces, but be left with enigmatic thoughts and ideas that may aid in your own life puzzle.