I am fully aware that certain events - whether that be wholesome or catastrophic - shape the humans we are meant to become;

Like that of an innocent child with hands entangled in jars of play-doh, molding each color together until they become unintelligible, as the deep-seeded changes become the *new* chemistry of their sculpting clay;

We are much like the colorful clay that sticks to a plethora of unsuspecting surfaces and becomes less and less substantial - yet, all the while, more beautiful - as it's stretched and shaped by...